'But they have reason to wake in spring, Ready to reach towards the Light again, I feel the loss of energy and power.' Photo: by Lucas George Wendt on Unsplash
When Autumn comes
Poem by Rosie Adamson-Clark
I have come to the time
When I watch seasons change,
Mainly from my window,
Nature is framed like some
Constable or Turner,
Startling,
I notice garden choices
Some not mine, a year’s growth
Will fade,
Autumn is here,
The full eye blasting colour of the reds
Of the creeper,