I am like a leaf on a branch
Hanging with the other leaves
Dressed in falls beauty
And when the winds come
We soar to new heights
and then touch down
On Mother Natures warm
earthen canvass
where we blend and delight
the senses of passers by
We are the stuff
That poems are made of
We are all
Bright colored leaves.

Happy fall everyone , my favorite time of year.Thanks Gord0 , I am lingering around often........
Brightest Blessings to All ~

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Oh what is it about the green of shamrocks that sets my heart to spinning? ~ I'll se ye in Ireland !