Ode to Autumn

To a close, to a close, the garden offers it’s last rose
To the wind and the rain and the clatter on the pane
To the grass and the leaves, in earthy piles and sheaves
To the birds with their racket as they stack around the eaves

To the starlings and the gulls as they circle in the breeze
To us huddled on the bus, damply coated as we sneeze
To the crowds in the streets with their wetly tramping feet
To the shops and the clamour and their tawdry Christmas glamour

To the dark afternoons and the billowed cloud balloons
To the warm comings in and the welcoming of rooms
To the hopeful quiet shelter from the frantic helter-skelter
To the home and comfort waiting to spare us winter’s gloom










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