Autmn’s poet

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Ultimately,

We are all

Poets of Autumn –

Our songs turn mellow

As the days

Start getting glum

 

And while we seek

The sun now pale

That summer’s far,

We forget

Ourselves

Each of us a star

 

But once awhile

A passer-by

Stops to look in awe

We recall

Every colour

In the greyness of our flaw

 

Then we write anew

Us poets

As leaves begin to shed –

Our tales

Scatter everywhere –

In amber, orange, red…

 

16th May, 2026 

 

 

 

 

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