By Fiona Cummings
Autumn leaves
Walking through
the crunchy, crisp autumn leaves
Smelling the
last of the seasons cuttings from the nearby fields
Surrounded
by golden floating flakes
Tip topped
ice on the overfilled lakes
Raindrops
fall against my window pain
In the
distance I hear an,old steam train
In my house
the coals burn in the amber flames
Reflections
flicker in the navy nights
The geese
sing in their flight
High in the
starry blanket of clowds
Migrating
for the change a head
My dog
curls up in her bed
In the
open air
The smell
of smoke lingers
From the preparation
for guy Fawkes
How I
love the autumn for the fresh walks
The cosy home
life
Of cups
of Cocoa
Tasty goodies
like marshmallows
But better
seasons are to come
Winter soon,
with it’s snowy fun
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