Autumn
Amy Lowell
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting.
Round gold
Flung out of a pale green stalk.
Round, ripe gold
Of maturity,
Meticulously frilled and flaming,
A fire-ball of proclamation:
Fecundity decked in staring yellow
For all the world to see.
They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia,
To me who am barren
Shall I send it to you,
You who have taken with you
All I once possessed?
Maverick Mist 
Beaty words!!!!
I love the autumn.
Un abrazote!!!
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Gracias por el comentario agradable. 🙂 *Hugs*
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Todo un placer.
Me gustan tus letras y tus fotografías.
Hugs for you.
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Gracias de nuevo. Usted tiene una maravillosa blog también. Hugs for you too.
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Bellissimo fiore ❤
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Grazie, bella Simona. ❤
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Beautiful, all of it!
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Thank you Tiny. 🙂
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A lovely autumn welcome!
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Greetings and thank you! 🙂
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