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Mid-October Morn

Welcoming winds and sweeping clouds The sky soft and grey Easy on tired eyes Freshly teared Bravely facing the day Cool movement on skin and hair The stroking sense of life To breathe and fill the body Energy steps forth A precious day to live As if down at the sea We are not so very far Wind sweeps the North Sea to me. Leaves freshly blown Scents released as we pass Shame the walk ends and the tube crush starts. Just a few weeks and it may be dark, wet and cold This is not a full season - A flash of beauty As Earth tips and our sun sets low. Special foods to forage On forests to call Respectfully marvelling at their glory Naming trees one and all. Capture the colours Fire against the cool grey! Unnaturally bright Created by late snow, crippling heat and so much rain Look and feast, these colours may not return Capture them in art: yellows, reds, orange and shocking pink Berries above Playful movement beneath. Gentle time of year Kindest to us all Move with this joy Touch, taste and hear it fall. Suddenly it is gone to the long wintry months The dream fades Head down with collar up Our only hope now is snow.

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