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Reds and yellowing browns abound Morphing landscapes transform portrait lines Mellowing in summer Oils dancing with   deepening water colours on dusky days Picture perfect colours    on soft crumbly walls Fragments of stairways rise up into the past Openings blocked, hide secrets past Wild flowers grace battled walls The last of the visitors absorb a growing space Cultural vistas and quieter staging Workers usher in darker days Candles enlighten develing merriment Champenoise tickling sensitive noses Wine and juices mind sedating Truffles caressing palated caverns Salads party with sweet tomatoes    drizzled in olive oil Summer adventure stories exchanged Schools new starters torn from their mother's arms Playgrounds emptied Bells call to order obeyed Last of the grape harvests Wood stocked for winter fires Bulging olive trees eyed for picking Pickers make their way home The season's start again Young now older The land sheds its skin Only a visit to this village is now planned
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Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 4:06 PM UTC
Lacoste in Autumn
Reds and yellowing browns abound Morphing landscapes transform portrait lines Mellowing in summer Oils dancing with   deepening water colours on dusky days Picture perfect colours    on soft crumbly walls Fragments of stairways rise up into the past Openings blocked, hide secrets past Wild flowers grace battled walls The last of the visitors absorb a growing space Cultural vistas and quieter staging Workers usher in darker days Candles enlighten develing merriment Champenoise tickling sensitive noses Wine and juices mind sedating Truffles caressing palated caverns Salads party with sweet tomatoes    drizzled in olive oil Summer adventure stories exchanged Schools new starters torn from their mother's arms Playgrounds emptied Bells call to order obeyed Last of the grape harvests Wood stocked for winter fires Bulging olive trees eyed for picking Pickers make their way home The season's start again Young now older The land sheds its skin Only a visit to this village is now planned
The last in a sequence of 4 seasonal poems for the provencal village of Lacoste.
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Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 4:06 PM UTC
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