just a simple Autumn poem this time
Early Autumn
Set light to the world
watch it burn itself out
in Autumn spleandour.
Fruit is ripening
touched by the unseen hand
that lit the fire of Autumn
now sweeping through this land.
First flames flicker through the Elm tops
scarlet poppies burn down the golden corn
fire-flame, beauty blazing
a future death, not yet born.
Bren
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