It's Autumn, Thank God
For the day that's in it
It's my favourite time of year, The time I was born. All of a sudden, it seems, The leaves that don the mature Silver Birch on our road have turned brown, And the wind is up to bring them to ground. Afternoon nips at my fingers, rain drives hard against my face. Muddy footprints at the front door, dripping jackets hang …
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