Pears
Autumn blooming with colour,
From Nature’s palette of
Copper and gold.
Large leaves lying still,
Damp and mouldy, in this late sun.
Pears slowly ripening,
In harvest’s jamboree.
Pinkish tinged, speckled,
They lie heavy with camouflage,
Ripe for the pot.
Skinned, their crystalline beauty
Cannot be held too long.
Their life is done, long before
Winter’s pallor and seasoned, frosty crust,
Binds the rivers with ice.
22.10.18
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