I’ve never been one for long, ropey ballads so here is a short poem I wrote for the start of Autumn, my favourite season.
Echoes reach as far
As the breadth of wooden arms
Leaves sing as they shed
No vibration is stopped dead
By forest floor
The notes rise aloft
Listen more, tread soft
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