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Colour Change

The wind has come a-chuckling
Through the autumn trees.
The leaves are all a-tremble
For fear of any breeze.

Just a tiny puff of air
Can cause them each to fall,
And in a little while
None will be left at all.

Thus autumns’ gracious colour
Will lie at each trees’ feet,
As branches brown then wait
Winters’ icy grip to greet.
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Sunny Day

My shadow came with me
as I walked out today,
she stayed close beside me
all along the way.
I noticed shadows everywhere:
by bush and shrub and tree,
they all stood quite still;
but mine walked on with me.

Shadow 2

Shadow 1

{this scene had two rubbish bins, a road sign, and some graffiti, can you identify them from the “patch up” I tried?}