Autumn, a poem by Glynn Sinclare at



written by: Glynn Sinclare



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.

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