Tag: autumn
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British Summer Time MMXX
When the petals fall We will gnash our teeth and wail Falling like confetti Into freshly hewn coffins Silenced. The vapour-streaked skies Returned once more to the drone of flies, The staccato cries of seagulls, The lengthening rays of warmer days On the hot earth The scampering paws will barely pause To the sound of…
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The Autumn Randonneur
Down sunken lane Up misty vale The randonneur will go While falling leaves And chilling breeze The randonneur will know Of moments passing with friends a-chatting And of many miles to go The sunrise over frosted fields The vapoured light begins to glow And spinning steady onwards, upwards The randonneur will go. Throughout the…
Ode to Cycling 