Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
October Morning - Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes
Leaves dancing in the breeze,
Sunbeams flowing, how they tease.
The winds of this October day
Playing tag as it steals away
Into the woods, hiding low,
Limbs of trees bending so.
The sun now up high
Teasing with soft lullabies
Yellow and green, red and gold
The colors of fall, oh so bold.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
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