Flamboyant tree flares make me gasp
What more could
an artist ask?
Russet red,
deep ochre, yellow
A vibrancy which
calms, makes mellow…
No photograph
can quite convey
These magic views
which banish grey;
What’s not to marvel?
Golden rays
Add sparkle to our
shorter days!
Pale ‘mists’
and ‘fruitfulness’ delight
John Keats captured
autumn right!
How Mother Nature spoils us all
With lush ripe berries
on each stall…
Wild movement
in the air disturbs
As falling
leaves confuse the birds;
Our lawns, like
carpets, must be swept
Yet every day
more leaves collect!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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