Autumn Falling

The leafless trees, and every icy crag

Tinkled like iron

William Wordsworth 'The Prelude'

Autumn is falling

At last, the mornings are cool and crisp.

The hot enduring summer finally comes to a close.

But now it’s time for gloves in the early morn … and even woolly scarves.

Noses drip slightly and eyes begin to water.

Doonas are pulled out of boxes, fluffed and laid on beds. 

A time to turn inwards, to think, write and reflect.

Fiona D'Souza

Copyright Text: Fiona D'Souza and Wordsworth excerpt from 'The Prelude' https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45542/the-prelude-book-1-childhood-and-school-time

Photos: cv williams & Wix.

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