Trees arching from the afternoon autumn mist.
Beckoning nature’s call.
Leaves of illumination dance up into the sky.
Turning to entrance this glimpse, inspiration abounds within my heart.
Was this a dream or a message to turn onto the page?
Path by path guided my friend; all I could see was a mist of colors.
Telling my soul how to fly.
Autumn tells her story with bellowing crisp winds.
A painter’s brush stretching past the eyes imagination… (c) Mary Anne Abdo

A beautiful poem to celebrate autumn
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Thank you 😊
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How lovely! Thank you, Mary Anne.
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You are welcome 😊
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Lovely poem.
Autumn silently tells her story.
( With our poems we help her along a little. )
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Thank you. Poetry is the musical lyrics of life
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