The season turns, but heat stays high!
Lacy-pink clouds delight the sky;
Crinkling underfoot - crisp leaves
Whisked up gently in the breeze…
Warm autumn is my favourite time
Where russet palettes royally shine
Above the paths in my beechwood;
Such Baroque artistry is good!
But news and media harp on fears;
Think budgets sadly in arrears,
Upset trade, wars of all kinds …
No wonder joie de vivre declines.
This isn’t how things ought to be;
A walk in Nature is still free!
Get a grip – switch off your phone
Make magic moments all your own!
This hectic malaise is a crime …
Our wounded souls crave more ‘me-time’;
Hence, friends-who-care come top-of-list:
Tea and chats – next thing to bliss!
(c) Poet in the woods 2026
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