Lush green
leaves turn to copper,
amber and gold.
Floating down
to the ground as the
Autumn wind blows.
Red Japanese
Maple trees unleash
their fiery tones.
Flowers fall,
as their stems they've
now outgrown.
Summer's departure
takes with it
springs unfolded flowers.
Darkness encroaches
early on the days
shortening hours.
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Red and burgundy leaves floating gently down,. Summer no longer wears the season crown,. Autumn falls, a serene orange haze,. A burst of colour through the coloured maze,.
Yellow leaves and autumn reds, Deep, dark green and holly-heads, Russet sunshine through the glade, This is how the fall is made: Sometimes rain, The lightest sheen, Patchy sunlight, In between.
Blissful crunch of. Leaves underfoot,. The texture of. An autumn walk,. Umber, orange,. Red and gold,. Burn against. Blue skies with. A hint of steel,. A little chill. Blown in from. Winter's future,.
I open up the cobwebbed door, As a hurl of cold wind attacks my face, I step outside onto the squelching doormat, And set my eyes upon this 'November place'.
The earthy smell that's underfoot, The night that draws in cold. The spiders that seek refuge here, And sit on carpet bold. The berries ripened in the hedgerow, For birds and child alike.
Lie us down. In fields of green. Admiring dew. In its fine sheen. Chasing sand dunes. Laughter. Smiles. Coldest flesh. On coldest tiles. Warm warm showers. Hot drinks and food. Winter's coming.
From the arc of rainfall from the sky, To all the birds southwards up high, To all those early mornings, dark, To the absence of that singing lark.
This leather sky is a passport for frosts Inked by wheeling crows. Summer, absent-minded as it goes Scatters gold behind to cover costs.
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