The leaves are slowly turning
As September slips away,
Now soon the chill of wintertime
Will yield those skies of grey,
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When cold winds blow the leaves will fall And frosts shall grip the night, Then dawn will wake in silence And shall wear a cloak of white. Wonderful writing again from you Andrew, crisp, clear, emotional Love duncan X
that poem brought the cycle of seasons in picture..lovely 10
Andrew, it is as if you looked into my heart, and saw my description of how I feel when the fall approaches winter.... Very brillantly done and filled with all the colours of fall, and the very sadness that winter has to offer. Your imagery here really touched my heart...... Bonnie
A wonderful poem Andrew, the changing seasons and the wonders of nature so well depicted in this piece, I look forward to seeing this in your book, 10 Lynda xx
Lovely description of the changing seasons. Without the winters chill would we appreciate as much the new beginnings of spring.
sweet rhyming and rhythmic, Andrew...beautiful nature portrait in words...as always...10