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Autumn brings harvest and death and decay

The bright hopes of Spring soon will wither away

But salute then their passing on Nature’s highway

In breathtaking glory their colours display.

The sun and the rain play parts in between,

Kickstarting the growth with their bright fresh light green

That matures and will darken when Springtime has been

And hot sun of Summer comes onto the scene.

It’s part of the plan, life prospers then mellows,

And fading, cries out with its red, brown and yellows

“I’m not going quietly!” the countryside bellows

But Winter is certain to silence the fellows.

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    Neville Hunt 7 months ago

    Please forgive me for re-posting this (from a few years ago). I was looking out of my window at the trees and remembered it.

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    Drew Martyn 7 months ago

    I thought some of it sounded a little familiar :)
    No problem with reposting such a superb piece, it's extremely visual, full of stunning images and can be read on more than one level. For me the last four lines especially are absolutely magnificent, and I don't think I'm going over the top to say that it reminds me of a modern day Keats or a John Clare. Superb, and thanks for sharing again :)

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    Neville Hunt 7 months ago

    Thanks Drew. We went for a walk today and it’s difficult to ignore the seasonal change (although it was perhaps unseasonally mild).

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    Christopher 7 months ago

    Beautiful, Neville.

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    Neville Hunt 7 months ago

    Thanks Christopher.

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