Autumn Is
A shadow tall
A splash of gold,
A day cut short,
One playground, cold.
A conker race
A crunch of feet,
A lazy wasp
One fireside treat.
A tree left bare
A classroom bright,
A flower folding
One morning, white.
A sinking sun
A painted world,
A robin’s song
One hedgehog, curled.
A silver mist
A cobweb’s crown,
A magic dressed
In autumn’s gown.
by
Andrew Collett
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