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19 Nov 2020 | Animal & Nature, Featured, Poetry



Autumnal pastures forming now,
The leaves are curling on the branch,
Green boughs once bent with lusty fruit,
empty now, stripped absolute.

Wood smoke, from distant bonfire furls,
Entombs me in this glorious world,
of heady smells and dancing leaves.
Then misty sunshine takes its leave
behind a pink and radiant cloud.

I sit, entranced, watch silently,
As tranquil nature feeds to me,
A taste of her almighty peace.

Passion breaking in the skies.
Sunshine flicks its tired eyes,
Through leaves fast turning gold and red,
Spiralling, to the river’s bed,
Reflected above and below,
A magic evening’s afterglow.

Nightfall enfolds me on the hill,
I feel you autumn. Wonder still,
At your beauty, your power to be,
A bronzed and golden deity.


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