Autumn kissed Paris last week,
the gentle love shown
made it difficult to speak.
With love and affection,
The tenderness displayed
There was no deception.
Paris responded with lovely colors
Reds, oranges, yellows and browns
He was in love, and let all his leaves
Tumble down.
If this love is to last, who can say?
For many have traveled this road
And been lead astray..
11/2016 -AM
DIXIE in PARIS 