The tarnished leaves of autumn
leave the trees lying bare.
Like skeletons reaching out
pointing skyward stare.
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A lovely poem, David, about our changing seasons. They give us new excitment and something to look forward to. Marilyn
it's the cycle of things....but even the old nourishes the new....brilliant write Daivd....seem your on a roll today...: O) ...keep rollin' and I'll keep readin'