An autumn breeze
Russles ancient trees.
Scented leaves whirl
Fragrant as the girl
Who’s hair flows
As the wind blows.
bare arms reaching for the sky
Desirous to fly
With the birds
Who’s song is on this evening heard.
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K Morris - Poet 
I can feel the essence of autumn when I read this!
Thanks Maja. I am delighted it spoke to you. All the very best. Kevin