Autumn

Patricia McCarthy sent us the following poem, entitled “Autumn”
Bare trees and carpets of leaves
are all that remain after summer’s bright glory.
The birds their minstrel chorus still sing
but changed it seems is their light hearted story.
The Country Park is strangely quiet
yet a beauty still pervades the land.
Golden Autumn’s cloak has again draped over
nature’s welcoming lovers of the Almighty hand.

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