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Saturday, 14 November 2020

Autumn Light

Autumn Light

 

And now we lose the light

The chill of shorter days

Shivering through the cobwebs

Soggy silver hunting nets

Strewn dewy amongst the weeds

And mouldering auburn leaf-fall

The occasional flash of gold or red

Between the darker shades

The grim-hued palette of the tired ground

As it awaits the swirling fogs

That will soon embrace it

And bring the freezing kiss of Winter

 

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2020

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