INTO AUTUMN
Behind the churning tractors wheels
on soil ploughed as birds sweep low
the ridges point where sky mists rise
and coral beaded berries hang
a quiet peace runs through the vales
in waiting for the seasons change.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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May that glorious peace be with us forever Michael. I could see that vale.
It was inspired when I took a walk outside our village - just a shame that the single track road is becoming increasingly used by traffic. Thanks Andy.
A fine write and pic Michael. Miss Berles driving that tractor?!
Yes she Rum Berles along in it
Gave me the vision of dawn at this time of year. A shudder of chill yet peaceful.
Thanks Dusk - the drawing was done in Latvia on such a morning although the poem was inspired by a local scene.
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