Letter: YourPoem: Autumn Days.
A cold dawn breaks,and winter stirs Pearl grey mists shroud the countryside, sweeping across the now fallow fields, Cloaking trees and hedgerows of gossamer weave. Whilst high above the chilly dawn The waning orb of summer awaits its turnImpatient,firey fingers rent the mists asunder behold! Autumn,in all it glorious splendourWe see the rose in all its beauty, Full blown upon the bough Petals damp with morning dew, Its fragrance more potent now. Leaves fall, saffron,gold and brown Sleepy wasps, wood smoke,apples rotting on the ground Time to pick the berries along the lane, And stock the wood shed in time for winter's baneMellow days that touch the heartstrings of our memory Evoking thoughts and dreams of yester-year Time to pause, to reflect Now that autumn's here.
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|Publication:||Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)|
|Date:||Sep 26, 2003|
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