I am not able to get at my archive at the moment but I have found a poem of mine from 2006 edition of Northern England Verses.
The trees they whisper to me
And here is what they say
We’re glad you came to see us
And stayed awhile today
Our leaves are slowly falling
To carpet on the ground
They deaden all your footsteps
As if you make no sound
No wind disturbs our slumber
Or winter’s icy blast
For autumn’s on the cusp now
The season’s dice is cast
The days they grow much shorter
And soon we’ll go to sleep
But were glad you came to see us
And have your final peep
PTT
The worse thing about computers is when they fail to work for no apparent reason you are never sure which buttons to press, hence my computer is at the repair shop and I am re-educating myself to the qualms of my old laptop which I don’t think has forgiven me for casting it a side.
Thought to Ponder – “If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season.”- Shana Chartier
Music on You Tube – Debussy – Clair de Lune
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