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Summers End

There’s a definite change in the air

although he’s there – you don’t see the sun as much

longer nights, shorter days

expect the palette on the trees to change

on the whole – there’s signs that winter is on her way

frosty mornings covering fallen autumn leaves

a mass of crispy leaves amass

under the trees that once held them

to the wildlife its a sign to check the supplies and get

under the covers till the arrival of spring

munching on supplies before drifting off to sleep

night owls staying by their nests

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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