Anne Williams Poems

Gold, brown, russet and green,
So many colors to be seen,
Numerous leaves scattered around,
Forming a carpet on the ground,
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That warm, strong hand encasing mine,
Gently caressing every inch, every sinew,
Those twinkling eyes with just a hint of mischief,
Those special eyes glinting like the morning dew,
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There they lie dormant in your mind,
Until they are roused and you begin to find,
Apparitions appearing before your eyes,
Swarming before you just like flies,
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