A POEM FOR AUTUMN
Summer’s been around for so long now:
With seeming endless scorching shimmering days
Hours and hours of searing sun, blazing skies
And hot dry air, deathly still
But tiring now, at last, she takes an early night
And, next morning, sleeps in.
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For in the night a fine drizzling rain:
Gentle, quiet,
Has dampened down the dust,
Softened the parched earth
And turned to chilly mist.
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So instead, that morning, Autumn stirs –
A little late [the days are closing in].
Her sky, a grey shroud, dark;
Slowly lightens.
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She turns back the misty covers from the hills,
Slowly folds the clouds away
And searches out the pale watery sun.
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The air is still; moisture-muffled, chill.
Earth, reluctant, shivers a little
And for a little while, pulls her blankets close
And sleeps.
Maree Roy
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