All night the rain torrential falling
\nStair rods I can say
\nThe copper beech is tinged with redness
\nThe cherry tinged with gold
\nRosemary\u2019s spears are very green
\nFrom its woody rootage scuffed and mean
\nThe fuchsia many ballerina\u2019s
\nPirouetting beautifully
\nCrimson red a cool refrain
\nRolling down my window pane<\/p>\n
Out towards an oatmeal sky
\nAs light sweeps in I wonder why
\nThe rain has ceased a while and I
\nCan feel the Autumn spirit sigh
\nIt\u2019s a Monday morning quietly so
\nCars sweeping passed quite fast you know
\nSo much movement from the leaves
\nIt is what the wind achieves
\nHolding tight to weary boughs
\nExpressing sufficient powers<\/p>\n
The old bird house is just soaked tHrough
\nFalling apart, it\u2019s far from new
\nWaterlogged and falling down
\nThe odd seed growing
\nLooking worse for wear in town
\nIt\u2019s floor all broken it\u2019s roof all smashed
\nWithstanding wind and tempest bashed
\nKnocked up almost a year ago
\nNow consigned to the dump as well we know<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
All night the rain torrential falling Stair rods I can say The copper beech is tinged with redness The cherry tinged with gold Rosemary\u2019s spears are very green From its woody rootage scuffed and mean The fuchsia many ballerina\u2019s Pirouetting … Continue reading