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Poem : Autumn
Autumns gold nips chilly at my finger tips,
Pale blue spreads fresh, across an open sky,
A Lark ring sings cheerful echoes passing by.
Peaceful captured , moment morning here am I.
The Beech crown sheds its leaf so slow
Golden treasure scattered freely far below
While Chestnut throws in handfuls free, Brown round nuts,
seeking happy children find with glee.
The wild rose,
reds & mauves now dry,
fragrant perfumed memory,
paint my inner eye.
While rose hip swollen buds await the fearless touch.
From those whom thorns & jelly mean so much.
Fields fresh shawn, grain set free.
Harvest past let merry be,
the folk , the farmer , you & me
It’s time to take that cup of tea.
Autumns turning chime, the season here to be.
Liam
Eckernforde October 2012
