The first gentle kiss of the season
Alighting softly, unexpectedly
Upon the blushing leaves of trees
Threads of autumnal gossamer
Weaving a sea of red and gold
A fragile, trembling tapestry
Of flickering, fleeting lives
Soon falling, in their demise
© Ann Bagnall

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