Crisp Autumn, afternoon, Vermont; tableau de LIVY, Roumanie. Poème d'AERONWY THOMAS, UK

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POETRY  WORKSHOP   AT  PAINSHILL

You blend into the autumnal colours

reds, orange, yellow and brown.

The sweeping boughs of trees

conceal you.

At first

your voice cannot be heard

 above the wind

the crunch of dead leaves

the thud of conkers

as you fight to read out loud

ruins, follies, lakes, vineyards

your words fluttering

the wind competing.

But leaves and poems

colours and sounds of Autumn

will have their way…

                                        AERONWY  THOMAS