Nonet, poetry form with 9 lines and syllables equal to the line number.
Fall serves as season and as actor
Cloud blankets squeezed of daily drops
Apples dripped off their branches
Wet wings drop altitude
Temperatures ebb
Daylight dwindles
Seeds plummet
Moods dip
Moon
Tao Talk 
“Moods dip”… that’s me! :(
Well, not always, I love the colours of autumn, but… the missing daylight really has an impact on me.
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I hear you
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Lovely. I really like this image: “Apples dripped off their branches” Thank you. xoA
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Thank you. Glad you liked it :)
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Beautiful Lisa!
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Thank you so much, Dwight. I’ve missed writing poetry this past month. So strange to see I wrote this one over 4 years ago. I was still working then.
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You are welcome. I have missed seeing you on the blog!
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Dwight thanks much.
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