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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 1, 2015 21:38:36 GMT
With the golden leaves laying as a carpet and with the trees becoming bare, Autumn slowly waves goodbye: Autumn Whispers
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Post by doreen23 on Nov 4, 2015 16:47:24 GMT
England’s Glory
Our leafy country lanes Is England at its best. Trees are in full glory, And summer is at rest. Summer days are gently ebbing, For we now have golden days. Gentle September is now here, So autumn is not far away. The fragrance of our English autumn, Brings us our own enchantment. Adding colour to dull misty days, Which I look at in amazement. The ever changing autumn trees, The gentle touch of autumn heat. And soon the farmer’s fields will be, Stacked with ripened wheat.
Now it's time to say goodbye As Autumn says farewell He whisper silently before he goes To hills. dales and dell
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 7, 2015 22:03:11 GMT
Autumn Whispers
The beauty of this season is filling mind and heart Summer fun, warm and long days now come to part. Leaves are turning purple, to pure gold and crisp Daylight hours are shrinking, sunset veiled in mist.
Suddenly it happens, first breaths of frost arrive Or fog fills all morning, later coming back at five. November winds are stripping the dry leaves to the ground And typical for Autumn, a melancholic sound.
Few birds stayed here but silent they hover in the light, By daylight growing dimmer, we feel the length of night. A season to be pensive, to remember how and why -- Autumn whispers harmony from a lustrous sky.
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