I turned today and Autumn broke
Before my eyes on fields of gold.
Whispered low-key on each haystack
And curled itself through bonfire smoke.
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a field of golden harvest wheat hay is bailed, time now, for trick or treat a reddened sun in the evening sky northern hemisphere, kisses summer goodbye
A beautiful poem about Autumn Fay, you have described it all so well, 10 Lynda xx
This is such picturesque imagery Fay and I love how the first line of each stanza is Autumn broke, showed and fell. Glorious poetry as always. 10 love Karin