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Forever Autumn

The lust of Summer now smokes a cigarette, replete, exhausted and spent. Beach bums and young mums chunter and sigh, wondering where the sun went. As the first pinch of Autumn disturbs the dark rooks and the seagulls follow the plough. So too the equinox shortens the day and the leaf starts to fall from the bough. Nature's larder, heavy with fruit, a precursor to Winter's foreboding. Harvest is here, and thankful congregations, with natures bounty are loading the apse and the nave to thank God he gave a return for their toil and endeavour. Now mist shrouded fields, heavy with dew, herald a change in the weather. As nature shuts down in village and town the curtained population draw near to the fire or else they retire to sire the next generation. So the seasons expire and new ones are borne each with their own special task. But a Summer with sunshine and long, endless days is surely not too much to ask?

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Date: 8/29/2020 6:35:00 PM
Hello John … it was a pleasure to read your fine poem. It moved along like a cantering horse - thank you John - Lindsay
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Date: 8/29/2020 11:32:00 PM
You’re welcome Lindsay and thank you for your kind words of encouragement.