walking through the strewn path
crunching leaves, my unintended wrath
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colors bright or even fading
green fronds above remain shading
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stepping through the loud leaves
sustenance the soil receives
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all the brightness may lessen
soon snow will be the dressing
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autumn leaves I do adore
even resting on forest floors
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although, I look forward to the glow
of white soft blankets of drifted snow
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MTB: Two and a Half Rhyme
The Bag Lady 
Heck yeah, great poem! Nice and soft like white drifting snow!!
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beautiful poem Cheryl 💖💖🌟🌟
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You created atmosphere through sound in your couplet poem, Cara. I especially love the evocative leaves.
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Apologies, Cheryl. I got distracted by my three-year-old grandson.
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A wonde4ful distraction🥰
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Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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Such an evocative poem–the crunching leaves and the drifting snow!
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We have snow now after a day of warm sunshine, overnight snow, I love it
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Our snow is finally gone, and I hope we don’t have any more until next winter.
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I’m glad we are getting some, helps with brush fires to moisten earth, we are so dry here
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some almost too perfect rhymes Cheryl but leaves/receives was so memorable as I walked through the changing underfoot of this poem
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Thanks for reading
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