Not a breath of air to move the trees,
Not a hint of life or airy breeze,
No flicker of flames from fiery leaves,
No twitch of movement from grassy sheaves.
Autumn morning crisp and bright,
Cloudless skies and shimm'ring light,
Dewy grass on leaf-strewn lawn,
A molten sun greets new day's dawn.
2 comments:
Beautiful poem, mum, I think this is one of your best.
Thanks, Bob. You may have noticed I like writing poetry. It is a fascinating exercise.
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