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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?}

Searching for Autumn

Today I went looking for Autumn,
And found her in brightest attire,
With yellows, golds, orange and red,
Her gowns seemed almost on fire!

I gazed my fill of her lovely face,
For I know she will not stay.
One morning I’ll look out my window,
To find she’s left me a winter’s day.
EFWoolley©

 

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Spilling Glory

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Tiered Lovliness

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Contrasting companions

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Jigsaw puzzle material

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Golden bunches

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Red, red leaves

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Minding the gate

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Through the gap

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Red, yellow, and green

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In the valley

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Against the blue

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Delicate shades

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Looking into glory

 

Hope you enjoy the results of my search for Autumn today!

Effie

 

 

Autumn

Autumn
The leaves are turning colour once again it seems.
Another season opening my heart to foolish dreams.
But are hearts ever foolish that beat to quiet dreams?
For Autumn isn’t always, and life not as it seems.
The leaves of course will fall from every changing tree,
As branches bare and brown hold out their length to me.
But branches rest when leafless; and when winter storms are past,
The soft green shoots will tremble as life returns at last.
So hope, my foolish heart for springtime’s tender green,
Even when the leaves are red or barest branches seen.
EFWoolley©

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