There’s a golden yellow blanket
covering the grass
as leaves fall from forsythia
now autumn comes to pass
November sees a bluster
and they fall down to the ground
the foliage from the summer
now for a winter found
And though I’m seldom out there
an exception I will make
to capture Autumn’s glory
in the photos that I take
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
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