Go now but I'll lodge here
under eaves of copper beech
twisted canopy of colours
rhythmic limbs atremble
kaleidoscoping secret summer lie ins
a spangled mosaic, upwardly mobile
go now and let the thousand-and-one falling leaves
litter me deep in wintry sleep
Whimsygizmo has given us leaves in all its meanings to kick around for this Quadrille #15
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