Written by Joy Lennick
Autumn is a beautiful time of the year. Scenes to teasure. A short poem as autumn is slowly turning to Winter
The silence is deafening,
every careful footfall intrudes.
Surrounded by a dream world of infinite variety –
I shiver -
feel the recent presence of a talented ghost with a brush.
Look up and see its work: an autumnal labyrinth:
such beauty to behold…
a scene to treasure: ochre, scarlet, bronze, topaz, gold.