apples Autumn Poems Seasons

We knew she’d arrived when the leaves turned to gold;

We knew she’d arrived when the wind became cold;

    We knew she’d arrived when the apples turned red

    And a carpet of leaves made a colourful bed.

 

We knew she’d arrived by the shortening days;

Oh we knew she’d arrived in so many ways -

    And when Autumn arrives with her halcyon smile

    Winter will follow with stealth and with guile.

 

 

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By Josie Whitehead

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