Everywhere I look now
the trees are nearly bare.
Like so much dross, Autumn
has chosen to fling aside
her golden bling.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. journeyintopoetry
    Nov 21, 2013 @ 13:10:40

    This is lovely and made me smile, as on the way back home from a physio session I was just looking at the trees and thinking how bare they seem to have become suddenly, and then I read this lovely poem! 😊


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