Autumn is a perfect time to linger, pushing the crispy colored leaves ahead of your feet, listening to their friendly crunch. They don’t mind at all. Their expectation of life brief, suspended from compliant trees, as precarious as a fading rainbow in the sun.
https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/20/quadrille-136-lets-linger/#like-22724
The Bag Lady 
Thanks so much
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Better than any photograph.
-David
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R.,
Such a moving admission of life’s brevity as its wonder.
pax,
dora
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Sorry, not R. for Rugby, but Cheryl. :>)
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Not a problem😊
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Delightful metaphors Cheryl.
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I agree: it is so important to just BE sometimes: your poem is a lovely reminder of this.
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Nice personification…as long as they can handle people’s feet on them
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Oh! I love ‘fading rainbow in the sun.’ Perfect.
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Thank you
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