17 September 2013

The Autumn Leaf (Inspired By Hot Port, Damp Leaves & The Wind In The Willows)

The autumn leaves come rushing in,
Green and brown; their time is down.

A rising tide of frowning night;
A rising tide of frantic rain,
Against the silver window pane.

In the wood the trees stand bare,
Ready now for winter's care.

The squirrel's nuts, the badger's lair,
The foxes den, the hedgehogs snug,
Protected deep beneath a leafy rug.

You and I by fire flicker and candle light,
Tell stories past of summer bright;
And deep beneath those autumn leaves,
Life stills and calms, and sleeps and dreams.

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