Autumn tumbles in upon the high wind,

Swirling through mists and stubble fields

Amidst ruby red berries and golden leaves.


Close sister to the fast declining sun,

She romps carelessly amidst people who,

For their bountiful harvests, thank God.


She gently nudges late flying swallows

Who seriously discuss their flight paths

Whilst huddled on telegraph wires.


Look!  How beautiful is this season of

Vibrant colours, damp mists, cool breezes.

Season of harvest-time and ripening vines.


Autumn wears her warmest colours –

Flaming russets and sizzling golds -

To compensate for the chilly nights.


The huge round harvest moon rises

Over the gently smoking chimneys,

Apple laden trees and tapestries of gold


            As Autumn quietly murmurs - -


                                  Goodbye to summer


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I hope you like this poem.  It is one of almost 400 poems which were chosen by teachers and children in schools in West Yorkshire for publication in 2010.  Unfortunately it is out of print now as the publisher retired and sold his business.

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