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Last Days of Summer

By Robin Tulley

The days grow shorter,
The evenings draw in.
Summer is fading,
Now just memories to bring.
The smell of decay and
Bonfires pervading the air.
Fields freshly ploughed
Blue skies are now rare.
Nature’s palette of colours
Spread to the trees
Leaves now adorned
In a magical frieze.
The first frosts appear,
a change in the clime
A herald that the weather
Is changing in time.
Hedgerows berry laden,
Birds feast on the bounty
Before flying away to lands
far beyond our county.
Morning mists rise eerily
From the rivers and lakes
The calls of wild birds
pervade as a new day breaks.
Autumn’s mantle spreads
at a growing pace
Winters not far and spring
Will soon take its place.

September 2010

Published 17th September 2010


This page was amended on 16/07/2012
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