Autumn
Summers gone Autumns here
Trees begin to shed their leaves
Copper browns russet reds abound the ground
Ly on grass beneath branch and trunk
Wind arrives blows leaves around
Autumn leaves Winter comes
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Aberdeen
61years old.Relatively new poet .Newly diagnosed with early dementia. Using poetry as a means to stimulate my brain.
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