Did our dog Daisy roll over leaves
That toned through every shade
Of ochre and walked us through
Autumn today? Or was it not so?
For Autumn was a tunnel into wonder
That open at each bank to azure
Which by remnant greens was tinted;
Of summer growth, still proud
Of clinging on when time's past
Or passing quick, as soon it does.
A little time it takes
And we are free
Of tunnel's shade
And through a portal is
An open field of green.
Why think that traverse is
A painful thing, when what lies
On t'other side is something free.
With love
Steven xxxxxxx
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