Dull muddy browns,
deep sombre marooons
copper greens
a sodden cortege
holds the smell of death
as their sluggish parade
inches past my window,
russet horse chestnut leaves
quiver and await
the chilling polar axe.
We light fires an hour early,
newspapers slide to the floor
as we doze, and
dream of shepherd’s pie
and 1990 Pichon Lalande.
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© Graham Sherwood 10/2019
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