The countryside with myriad greens
And everywhere you look it seems
Nature’s on show
At this time of the year the sun
Smiles on us now that harvest’s done
And melts the wreaths of mist that run
O’er fields below.
No woven carpet can compare
As autumn’s palette has such flair
The Master’s touch is everywhere
In wood and park
I put my stressful thoughts aside
And for a moment I take pride
In all the beauty just outside
Which gives life spark!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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