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My autumns splendour

There's something about

liquid gold shading slated seats

where claret  and scarlet

line the bank of a sea of glass

and water fowl dip and quiver

between ochre and yellow threads

and a haunting mist crawling to bed

There's something about

a maverick leaf  held in a spin

the mirth of a playful wind

tiny feet staggering

plump arms outstretched

vying for the prize

and  skittles of little

falling into a heap

hindered by over zealous dress sense

There's nothing to compare

these beauties to my eyes

How does one describe

the chill that causes me to hug my collar

closer to my neck

The time taken

to choose which silly hat to wear

The hush that beckons to slumber

and others to awake

The swell of my musing heart

and  the quickening

when I tilt my head

to catch another breath

The child within revealed

unabashed

to wade through a crispy hue

and swing off a naked branch

And when daylights blush

gives way to dusk

where steam from gutters

rise to the grey

when I walk to the  beat of the hour man

and a freight train runs through my head

Her soothe as no other

moves through my bleak textile

to soften the crude of my edges

and  the scowl of my heavy brow

There's no clanging of cymbals 

nor ringing of bell

her majesty comes silently;  sweeping

The haze of summer is gone

beneath my feet

the promise of new

This my autumns splendour ........

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