Autumn Colours

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The beauty of Autumn often catches me out. But then… it seems… so many people don’t seem to recognise the splendour of nature’s drama around them.

The leaves speak
Shades
Red, orange,
Gold, yellow
And green…
Evergreen

The sky speaks
Blue
White, pearly
Clouds of glory
Grey and gunmetal
Dark and darker

As autumn appears
There are apples on the tree
Plums and pears

The promise of rain
Cold, bright, silver
Aging beauty

The starlings
Will soon be here
Swirling and dancing
And the wind 
Will join in merrily
Sweeping up
Fallen leaves

The human world
Is colourless
Seasonless

We play games
In the dark
And our toys —
Our Machinery
Seduces us

Don’t let the magic touch
Of seasonal splendour
Pass you by

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