Three gather to whisper, one natural grace.
Sure shiny October, rare shady space.
Beckoning branches, bowing before.
Triumphant triad, truth to adore.
Forever delight, never ignore.
Palm and pine and sycamore.
By Mark Johnson, October 20, 2019
Three gather to whisper, one natural grace.
Sure shiny October, rare shady space.
Beckoning branches, bowing before.
Triumphant triad, truth to adore.
Forever delight, never ignore.
Palm and pine and sycamore.
By Mark Johnson, October 20, 2019
This is a beautiful poem, Mark. Very lyrical!
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Thank you, Tom. I enjoyed writing it.
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