Autumn nights are closing in,
The days are damp and grey.
The trees have shed their golden leaves,
The swallow flown away.
On the hillside, trees stand stark,
Against the Autumn sky.
Overhead, a flock of birds,
To warmer climates fly.
Grey mist hangs o'er the winding stream,
Meandering through the dale.
Hiding nature's beauty,
'Neath that chilly Autumn veil.
Nature's world is still and peaceful,
Wrapped in her cloak of grey.
Waiting, resting, sleeping,
For Spring's not far away. Brian Derbyshire
Ribchester Grove, Bolton
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