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Autumn tumbles in upon the high winds –
Swirling through mists and stubble fields,
Amidst the ruby red berries and golden leaves
Close sister to the fast declining sun
She romps carelessly amidst people who,
For their bountiful harvests, thank God.
She gently nudges late flying swallows
Who seriously discuss their flight paths
Whilst huddled on telegraph wires.
Look! How beautiful is this season of –
Vibrant colours, mists and cool breezes,
Of harvest-time and sweet ripening vines.
Autumn wears her warmest colours –
Glowing russets, golds and browns –
To compensate for the chilly nights.
The huge round harvest moon rises
Over the gently smoking chimneys;
Apple laden trees and carpets of gold.
Whilst Autumn quietly murmurs:
Goodbye to Summer.
Copyright 2007