Written 11th October, 2026 submitted to Autumn Beauty in 12 lines Poetry Contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
The riverside is crowned with autumn gold; Tall poplars trail sunlight through the stream. Their trembling towers unravel in its gleam, As mirrored branches loosen what they hold. We trace the bank upstream; the shallows sing Where water slips through channels in the stone. The golden spires behind us stand alone; Pale branches shade the waters of the spring. Ahead, a babbling brook now lies. Cream and silver, flushed with a rose hue, Twisted coloured trunks come into view And stand out in the glow of autumn skies.
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