Golden Glows
by Annie Jenkin

Kicking leaves,
listening to the crunch
my shoes make
on fallen beech nuts.

Trees wave in greeting
of autumn's arrival,
the shorter days
slowly creeping in.

But not before
butterflies and bees
feast on helix ivy
in afternoon sunshine,

and children play
on clanking swings,
sliding down damp runs
amid laughter and squeals.

Sipping steaming coffee
enjoying the snap
of oatmeal biscuits,
a comfort rarely missed.



 


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