Summer's Fading

Blackberries are spent,
purple thistles
now grandpas whiskers,
bindweeds white trumpets
punctuate hedgerows,
leaves are spinning
and horse chestnuts
prickly booty is revealed.

Willows still sway
while the brook dances
to the rhythm of nature,
soon gold will arrive
with it's Autumn riches.

Poetry by shells
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Written on 2021-09-29 at 23:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Even though it is sparing in life you describe it beautifully. Grandpas whiskers made me smile. :)

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
You had me at grandpa's whiskers
Well done.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This is lovely, so gentle and transportive.