01/09/2019

Now, the whisper of Autumns voice

Petals fall from the last rose of summer

Days shorten while nights expand

For some, the bark of black dog becomes louder

Autumn moon, white in an ink black sky

Waves of summer heat, but a memory

Through a hazy stillness a new dawn is greeted

Autumns shadow throws a blanket over daylight

As we closet the forty shades of green

Prepare to don the bronze of autumn.

(c)Poetry from The Manshed

01/09/19

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