I can feel autumn out there, she is waiting, holding her breath.
I love autumn—that crispness in the air, the pungent smell of leaves as they wait for the signal to start falling. Some people don’t care for the reminder that another year is nearly over, but to me, Autumn is a precious reminder that we are part of a never-ending cycle, one that will continue long after I am gone.
Kind of reassuring, and heaven knows we don’t get much of that, these days do we?
Acorns symbolise Autumn for me, and this poem by Anita, sums everything up for me…
Poetry by ©AnitaDawes2024 ~ image by Pixabay.com
Do you bother raking your leaves?
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