“Brown is the bracken,

Golden the sheaves.

Rosy the apples,

Crimson the leaves.

Mists on the hillside,

Clouds grey and white.

Autumn , good- morning,

Summer, good-night “.

The woodland paths are bare.in awe of the trees in their autumnal glory.

                                                                                   by: Annabelle Reen

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