by Me
While walking at dusk
I looked down at the wet
shiny pavement and noticed
golden leaves scattered.
A street light shone through
tree limbed foliage
super imposing a shadowed
leaf pattern under foot.
Too beautiful for words.
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Lovely poem. Really enjoyed it. And although I was at first taken aback by the last line, I then recalled the wise words of George Santayana: "Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what is means can never be said" So, again, well done!
Thank you, Charles. I'm grateful for your comments.
Thank you for a wonderful thought to keep me company through the day.
Take care!
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