Autumn's an artist
All along the verges grasses glow
tufts unruly, blazing
in orange and yellow golden gilt
on such a day the world's caught fire
as Autumn with her palette strides
scarlet, amber, gold
and splash and spray and daub and drip
the colours flung
till trees and bushes, vines in fields
and all the landscape zings.
Autumn's an artist, red-haired, ripe
drunk on the day's bright beauty
lovely and lush
drip of the brush
now all of the world's on fire.
24th November 2016, Hounoux
Yes, and I still look at my card. What a great poem to go with it, such a playful idea Sally it goes so well with my thoughts of Autumn letting go! Red haired, ripe and drunk, oh what freedom autumn has!
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