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 
Such an evocative poem–the crunching leaves and the drifting snow!
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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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