Nature & Wildlife

Autumn Gales

Nov 2000

White wispy clouds scud across the sky
And brown trembling leaves lose their hold,
Power cables dance as the air rushes by
And a lone figure leans into the cold.

In the pale autumn sun not a seagull soars,
Trees bend as roots grip the ground
And while the whining wind through the hedgerow bores
The fox knows he's safe from the hound.

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