Autumn joy by John Ellis.
weathered stone and paint the garden timber?
so languidly wrought beneath the garden wall?
with gold, to augur so peerless a day?
than by this glorious morning in October?
Have you been at the bottle Denise.
Only joking, I love autumn and the promise of winter,it's late coming this year, I was in Friston forest yesterday and the leaves are still green.
I was just struck yesterday by how wonderful the day was and when I saw this poem I thought I would share it as it described the day for me yesterday.
Last Autumn was a blaze of Gold but not so this year for me....lack of water hee has meant the leaves stated dropping very early without that slow transition,saying that many trees still have their leaf so maybe it could still come.