David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Autumn prepares the earth for the cold of winter
The warmth of the summer sun has gone
Now chill winds blow autumn leaves from trees
Making a patchwork quilt on woodland paths.
Autumn brings rainy days and cloud filled skies
And chilled dark mornings glistening in the rain.
On farms the harvest is gathered in and put
In vast barns and silo’s ready for winter.
Nature starts to gather food for the coming winter
And birds play musical chairs with some flying
South for the winter only to be replaced with
Other birds flying in from colder climates.
The world turns as it travels through time and space;
Soon winter will close down nature where
Survival of the fittest is the order of the day
And a snow covered landscape beckons all.
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