autumn scatters leaves
sunburnt early
with edges rimmed
and puckered
the mouths of ill
children
crying in vain
as they are swept away
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RED GLADIOLA 
I like the image of the sun burned leaves. A lovely poem.
Thank you! ❤
Hi, T, thoughtful lines as always.
Thanks, Syl! =)
You’re welcome, T 😊
Resonant. Great post.
Thanks!