Autumn
written by: Glynn Sinclare
@chitanclare
I love the Autumn earthy colours,
turning gold and amber brown.
The last of leaves begin descending,
painting patterns on the ground.
Long gone are dusty city streets,
from wind that chilled and clean the air.
A bracing walk is what I need,
in changing seasons of the year.
Images of skeletal trees,
lines up against the sky.
While bulbs and seeds,
Begin their sleep, until the morrow.
Time for winter jackets,
scarves and hats.
South winds whirl, on fallen leaves.
They rest in piles along our paths.
When autumn leaves begin their fall,
I dream of Christmas lights for all.
Bells and carols in the night,
a Cosy fires to give some light.
I am a Limerick Author poet. I have written three books in three years. For me I am rewarded with the achievement of holding these books in my hand. The Emigrants 2017, Poetics Book of 100 poems 2018 and Poetics Book of Poems Volume 2 released September 2019. I write under the pen name Glynn Sinclare AKA Clare Glynn Chitan. My poetry has been read on several audio poetry radio shows of American poet Tamara Miles “Where the light must fall” Broadcast by Spiritplants Radio and Alan Johnson “The World Comes to you”.
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