Golden Leaves Descend
in crisp air
By Darla M SeelyPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
The golden leaves descend
In crisp air and drifting rain;
Nature's tapestry.
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Darla M Seely
I am 59 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, forgiveness, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family,
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