The waters of the Grand Union Canal stand desolate and forlorn,
Summer has died as Autumn rears its seasonal head,
Wembley Stadium and the sound of rock and pop has temporarily disbanded,
England's international football matches take precedence instead.
Horse chestnuts and conkers gather at one's feet,
Autumn winds and rain fill the air,
Halloween beckons once again,
Wembley, celebrates Diwali, the festival of lights - a colourful affair.
Autumn is all around us in Wembley,
Nature is slowly in decline,
One bemoans the onslaught of Winter,
We all prepare in earnest for the re - appearance of Old Father Time
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Author:
FineBul (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2019 17:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Over the years I have written poems on the seasons in Wembley, North West London where I live. At long last I have written Autumn in Wembley. My Wembley quartet is complete.
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Those Autumn days can be filled with wonder and beauty.
Hello Goldfinch,
Many thanks.
Take care and keep on wiriting FineB
Good write Fine.
Hello Orchidee,
Thank you.
Keep writing FineB
An admirable reminder that autumn brings its own beauties to those who watch, listen and record in fine words. Thank you for sharing Wembley's seasonal blessings with us dear Alan.
Hello Fay,
Thanks.
Glad you enjoyed the autumnal look at Wembley.
Keep writing FineB
Well done, I close my eyes and imagine such a site
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