The wind gets up, the leaves spin fast
Cascading downwards as I pass
Then swept away with heavy brush,
But still they swirl round in a rush.
I give it up - let Nature win …
Now quite resigned as days draw in
To venture out, all wrapped up warm
When ten o’clock sky looks like dawn!
Toadstools sprout along the lane
Thanks to warming autumn rain
But ‘trick or treat’ did not appear
Halloween – a sad affair…
COVID ruins simple pleasures
With its, ever stricter, measures
If this November things look bleak
Of Christmas, folks, let us not speak!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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