Leaves turn brown
‘Ere they fall
To waiting ground.
I heard
A bird’s
Alarm call.
Autumn will become
Winter. The sun
Will burn out.
Some still shout
Of human progress
While leaves fall.
Leaves turn brown
‘Ere they fall
To waiting ground.
I heard
A bird’s
Alarm call.
Autumn will become
Winter. The sun
Will burn out.
Some still shout
Of human progress
While leaves fall.
I like this subtle warning about climate change very much!
Thank you, Liz. I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
You’re welcome, Kevin.
Lovely, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne.
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Thank you for the share, Michael. Kevin