Autumn

As the wind blows east
from distant climes
a hint of warmth
brings summer's end

The clouds now build
for the autumn's strife
between cold and warm
as the sun sinks south

With the equinox gone
leaves are turning
berries throng the trees
and birds heading south

Colour will soon fade
leaving just brown
yellow and black
as winter looms

National Poetry Day 2017

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