in their dimple faced ways,
the toes of rippling leaves
skip in merriment
down the street
and ‘ round ’bout the pond
to spy on
soft autumn breezes
as they blow from tree to tree,
one moment…
silky as a ballerina’s slipper,
shy and still and hidden in autumn colored loveliness,
the next,
pirouetting out of their hidden places
blowing kisses
to a small boy
who sends a toy boat
afloat
unsure of what just happened
awesome job, Kay! ❤ xx
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Thanks so much 🙂
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