Lost,
Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.
Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.
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K Morris - Poet 
Lovely imagery, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m pleased you like the imagery in my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
Beautiful 🍁 🍂
Ingrid. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
So very beautiful, Kevin.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Lucy. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin