Sunday, 2 July 2017

An Autumn poem

Noses snuffle and mouths pant,
 as a whiff of autumn pounds past,
And we all get a sweet spoonful of 
crisp, sunburnt leaves.
How silently they tumble down,
And come to rest upon the ground. 
As autumn leaves fall all around,
They make a blanket on the ground. 

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