Dry autumn leaves
Crackle under my feet-
Dead can feel and speak.
A special time of year very simply sketched. Nice job. Best Wishes, Marilyn
WOW! ! ! ! ! I'm speechless! ! ! ! ! A masterpiece 10+++++++++++++++++
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The most astonishing thing in your poem is that i too feel the same about dead, dry, pale autumn leaves, mamta. Thanks for putting it in words and sharing. Thanks again.