Graceful is your step,

Through a game of croquet,

On a chill autumn morning,

The low singing of birds,

Foraging for lunch,

 

A light sigh travels softly,

From my lips to your ears,

As I watch with displeasure,

My ball roll off gaily,

Into a pile of crispy brown leaves.

 

via Daily Prompt: Graceful

Graceful

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