Wednesday, 26 September 2018


Autumn comes with a nip in the air
A sign it will get louder itself to declare
Frosting our gardens with its icy fingers
This whitening will last longer as it stays and lingers
Days get shorter and nights get longer
The sun has lost his edge and no longer stronger

Fruit on trees must be picked and stored
Otherwise Jack Frost will rot the hoard
Leaves on trees turning red, russet and yellow
All as they all turn to rest and mellow

Spider’s webs sparkle in the early morning sun
Like diamonds they glisten, shine and run
Flowers shrivel and slowly fade
Autumn has arrived to ultimately raid

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