The blackberries are bitter now;
The leaves brown like forgotten books
And listlessly fall down, fall down
To clog the brooks.

Shining chestnuts turn lacklustre;
Garden glories start to fade.
Summer's laughing troops of scarlet
Slope off parade.

Happy teenage trick-or-treaters
Victimise the weak and old.
Mud colonises every pathway,
And the nights are cold.

Wayne Carvosso

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