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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2235854
A poem about an autumn walk in the countryside
Beneath the mellow tree boughs, I wade through
Fallen leaves. They crunch, crisp, like paper bags.
Red, gold, brown - this year's last colour blazes.
Thickets blossom with their hoard of berries.

Fieldfare flocks feast from fallen crab-apples.
Red-wings scatter out hawthorns as I near.
Lightning ribbons, squirrels whisk up an oak.
They tease me, peeping unexpectedly.

Like green hedgehogs, chestnuts nestle the ground.
Nearby, mushrooms thrust furled fists. A pipping.
Long-tailed tits arrow across the fiery sky.
Has night come on already? I turn back.

From the valley floor mist rises, ghostly.
Breathes cobwebs to glittering necklaces.
Come next morning, the first frost dusts rooftops,
Sure sign that winter is on its way.
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