Autumn EncoreA Poem by Chris Shaw(captured 30 seconds of this majesty, to bring out in the winter months)
On camera I have captured
the last of ochre leaves, on the long brushwood strands of the birch, whipped into a frenzy by a boisterous gust. Silver limbs creak, bend and shake, rays of morning glory pour forth like a spotlight in the theatre of my garden. My tree is bathed in gold, her encore magnifique. I stand and applaud leaf fall heavy at my feet.
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19 Reviews Added on November 22, 2018 Last Updated on November 22, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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