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kicking leaves I went to the park to kick at the leaves, They were banded in clusters by whim of the breeze. The colours on offer filled half of the spectrum With tangerine sunlight in perfect reflection. Yellowy-green with olive and lime, The shades of Autumn were in their prime: Emerald and copper, some reddened and browned A seasonal carpet on softening ground. At first I kicked high with shoes tightly on, The leaves taking off and floating along. Then with ambition, a new game to choose, Off came my socks and off came my shoes. Now the sensations of which I speak, Naked in contact, the feeling unique: With ambiguous texture (part soft, part brittle) Clearly I felt the tease of a tickle. They were neither wet nor totally dry As a soothing warmth crept from toe to thigh. Ploughing through snow-drifts with faked exertion, This Sunday game was a vital diversion. Of all the pleasures, so simple and free, Kicking the leaves is a favourite for me. |
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very nice again, you have a way.
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Autumn is my favourite season!! What fun!!!!....and a great description!!
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