feathered sky
golden birch
larches
elms
soft sun
ebbing
waning
preparing to tuck in
tuck us all in
under the blanket
soon and sure to come
for now the yellow, red and orange
what we hold fast
one day soon waking to
falling flakes and
white
white
white
but for now inhale
breathe deep
the colours
'turning golden
high upon the hill'
with a little help from friends
and neighbours
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