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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