Golden Leaves Descend
in crisp air
By Darla M SeelyPublished 4 months ago • Updated 4 months ago • 1 min read

The golden leaves descend
In crisp air and drifting rain;
Nature's tapestry.
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Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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I love the idea your poem was built on, the lovely comment on golden leaves being natures tapestry. Permanent but also fleeting ♥️🤗