Damp leaves in cold park.
Autumn days are growing dark.
The wind whistled
In the churchyard.
Then the rain came again.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Thank you for sharing my poem, Michael.
It’s autumn as its best. I hope you had a nice Halloween, and not too much visits from ghosts, Kevin! Best wishes, Michael
Yes, it certainly was a stormy day yesterday! I think it would be interesting to meet a ghost. However, where a ghost to actually appear to me, perhaps I would change my opinion! My Halloween was a good one, thank you. I met a friend (of the flesh and blood kind) for a drink in a local pub. I hope your Halloween was good also.