1 October 2014

Autumn's Nip

Welcome to October,
A water moon, a curl of cloud,
A scotch by firelight.

Autumn catches with a nip,
Winter threatens with a bite.
A falling snow of rusty leaves,
Swallows gone and sleepy bees.

The native woods turn red and gold,
Like a verdant flag of county bold,
With the nightly roar of rutting stag.




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