Autumn - a poem

Green becomes red
then orange and brown.
Skeletal hedge rows and mighty oaks
point barren fingers at an autumn sky

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A gentle breeze
sends rustling leaves scurrying
and constantly rearranges
natures carpet of many colours

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At the day’s end
a setting sun gives way to a ghostly mist
laying low across empty furrows.
A damp chill fills the still air

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The time has come
for the earth to rest, to hibernate.
To protect and nourish natures treasures

'til spring wakes them from their winter slumber.

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