Summer is sadly on the wane,
As, cool autumn creeps on stage.
The nights begin to impart a chill,
And strong winds go on the rampage.
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I can see all Ernestine, very nice, I can smell the leaves, good write Davexxx
Each season has its own distinct identity and its own beauty......I must admit we are entering my favourite one right now. The mists, the smell of the rotting leaves, oh how wonderful. Just like your poem, Ernestine. Love, Fran xx
Perfect meditation on the nature of the seasons, the welcome and sad aspects of change. You say something fresh on the subject every time! Esther P.S. Just noticed your photo in your bio - pretty lady that you are! : ]
Poetess E.>>>Nature is so Natural for you, young lady! A most beautiful piece of work to prefce the first day of autumn, & the Generous, Compassionate (AM I PUTTING IT ON THICK ENOUGH?) Poet that you are, you have not ignored the lost & lonely other 3 Seasons.....A Fine Penning, indeed and as always, ma' lady! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
I love your poems about nature, they are so moving and on reading I feel as if I have just been treated to something special Love duncan XXX
Fine descriptive quality again, you have really captured the moment. Top marks, Andrew x