There must be gods somewhere
Providing such a beauty fare
All manner of colors and hues
From maples, oaks, oh I can’t choose
The most beautiful of autumn’s trees
Brilliance before losing leaves
They fall to ground to ease
Soil for another season, please
Loving delicate crunchy, curly, bits
Providing nourishment for spring, it fits
Because every season prepares for the next
Mother nature’s plan not perplexed
She has been around
Knows her ground
And all seasons’ grace abounds.
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Poetics: Fall (in) love
The Bag Lady 
A gorgeous poem! Love it 🙂
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Thank you
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Loved your write. 🙂
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Thanks for the visit!
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You really make the case for using rhyme and rhythm in this evocative poem, Cheryl…
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Thank you! It just comes “falling) out😂
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The leaving as they fall…. I wrote about that too.
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fun! this one made me smile 🙂
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I enjoyed the rhythmical fun of your poem. Made me smile.
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Great!☺️
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rhyming really works here, and that ending is so good!
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Thanks for visiting
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Such a nice rhythem, and tone, yes, those beautiful trees.
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Thanks for stopping by and commenting
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Those ‘delicate crunchy, curly, bits’ reminded me of kicking leaves when I was a child, and I agree that Mother Nature knows her ground, Cheryl.
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So true. Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you
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Great memories agreed
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My pleasure.
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