Autumn Maple ©

Shimmering, yellow, gold and light,
the maple leaves descend on their flight.
They hit with a painless landing,
winds cartwheel them into standing.
Flipping, somersaulting and then still,
the wind commands them at will.
Waxy texture and perfect shape,
They cover the earth with a motley cape
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    Janice Hilma Koski

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