Crimson’s Creative Challenge #263 #Autumnal fantasy

I went for a walk with a local wench

we stopped and sat down on this oak bench

the leaves on the trees were both golden and brown

wind blown flurries falling to the ground

with this rain of beauty from above

my thoughts strangely turned to love

but when I said how about it dear

she said no chance, especially here

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4 responses to “Crimson’s Creative Challenge #263 #Autumnal fantasy

  1. Ah, alas, no nooky for Bobby!
    Love the poem/tale 🙂

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  2. And with such lovely poetry, she still said no!

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