Remembering my favorite walk
Kicking through a bed of color
Autumn leaves carpeting the maple grove
A secret childhood refuge
A bed of crunchy leaves always inviting
Looking up through bright maple branches
Blue sky almost seems touchable.
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Open Link #401 and February Live
The Bag Lady 
loved your poem So good! ❤
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It is so great to have and to hold memories like those. (Side note: Australia is covered with, by and large, drab, olive green, evergreens.)
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