Monday, 17 October 2011

A poem for Autumn

Autumn is my time

I love it.

Not for me the fierce

Glare of summer.

Give me autumn

And I will give you thanks.

The moment starts when

The leaves begin to fall

One moment they are

Green and holding fast

Then without warning

They are turning

Golden, red and brown

And are at our feet

Glorious to jump in


Don’t you agree?

This is a joy that should

Never be confined to

The young.

Try it.

Shuffle through some


Jump in them

If you still can!

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