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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley

Seasons Turn

Rusty trees

And ochre leaves

Denuded boughs

And fading greens

Yellows, reds

And those between

Seasons turn

While Summer flees

An icy breeze

A slow grey sky

The kiss of frost

The murmur flies

And here sit I

Enriched by change

Seasons turn

A bracing page

17th Nov 2021

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