Autumn calls


autumn colours in Lothians

The birds call loudest in autumn
In a weather set at random
Leaves  on fire in bright sheen
Blood Red creeps over foliage green
How the sky seems to  settle
Ready for a winters battle
Through the thin dying berry
Grey  squirrels in temper scurry
 
Nature holds her breath a moment
In autumns tiptoe advancement.
I  hear scarcely a human voice
For which I truly can rejoice
Sure we would  then interrupt
Or in error begin to corrupt.
Gently let trees variant  display
Autumns golden-haired array 


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