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Gypsy Autumn by Julie Kovacs

Bells tinkling dripping with ruby apples
from the trees falling crisp gold leaves
the ground covered in strands of ivy and berries
while the campfire glows
embers dancing against the orange sky
blended with pumpkins nestled against each other
in the patch beyond the rows of   corn.

Dancing in the twilight hours
the full moon on the horizon
notes pouring forth from the fiddle
and the tambourine
ecstatic the scent of
patchouli and cinnamon fill the night air
intoxicating the fire
gypsy dreams reveled.

Hugging Stuffed Animals by Julie Kovacs

I never feel like I give enough hugs
to my collection of stuffed bunnies
they are so soft and cuddly
they get hugged by me every day.

Faithful and trustful
unconditional love for each other
my furry little friends and I have
for each other.

The best company I could ask for
we do everything together
we go on picnics to the movies
even grocery shopping
where their favorite aisle
is where the produce is.

Salads galore for my gentle friends
who prefer chocolate crème for dessert
and a luxurious bed with a television to watch
DVD's and story time at night
when the moon shines in the dark sky.

Hugs at night are the best before entering
dream land with the softness and warmth
that only my bunnies can provide
a safe round trip into the early morning hours
sunrise comes and my bunnies gently nudge me
to wake up and greet the day
so we can celebrate life again.

Bio:   Julie Kovacs is an aspiring poet from Tucson, Arizona.