Autumn is here; should we sigh or cheer?

For summer has now been cast.

Temperatures fall like English wickets,

Mother Nature is transforming fast.

Tiresome trees divorce their plumage,

Luscious greens turn nicotine brown.

Folk bond with their woollen-wear,

Arctic traits bond with the town.

Summer breezes are made redundant,

Zealous zephyrs take their place;

Whistling through streets and countryside

With such alarming pace.

Mornings and evenings are much the same,

Daylight hours are far too few.

The sky becomes angry and ashen,

Instead of a bright Barbados blue.

Despite all this, we musn't despair,

As each season has its perks.

And autumn is just a friendly warning,

That, close by, a wicked Winter lurks.

D P Crompton

Pimlott Road

Hall i'th' Wood

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