The visual that this piece evokes almost has you imagining the leaves beneath your feet. But there’s so much more there too. Lovely!
rain falls
on cold
dead things
fallen
from a
certain grace
green leaves
lose some
colour,
drabness,
sets in,
brown leaves
so indistinct
lay on
the cold
wet earth
We witness,
almost silent
as we pass
I Write Her 
Amazing imagery, very well conveyed in delicate word. Thank you for sharing Murray’s poem, Susi. Cheers.
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It’s my absolute pleasure to share good pieces! Cheers to you too, Suzette! 🙂
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Thank you Susi😊
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I can almost hear the leaves crunching under my feet as I read this poem. Great job.
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I was left with the same feeling. Glad you enjoyed it, Molly!
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