The leaves on, the
trees. Are cold and
crisp today. One touch,
they turn to dust. One
puff, they go off in a huff.
That's all i better say. I better
Stay, Just thinking, what I may.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the structure and the rhymes in this very special poem... these images are perfect: The leaves on, the trees. Are cold and crisp today. One touch, they turn to dust. One puff, they go off in a huff. 10
Thank You! ! ! Susan, For Your Very Kind And Thoughtful Response! ! ! ! ! Your Poetry, Is So Wonderfully Beautiful To Read! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again! ! ! ! ! Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! !