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Jan 2020
Ferns turned Bronze and Gold,

Oak holding on to their leaves,

Brambles becoming tired,

Goldcrests flit in the heights of the Pines,

Low sun blazing, blinding,
 
Illuminated bark of the Birch,

Winter of the woods.
Written by
GreenMan  41/M/Lincolnshire
(41/M/Lincolnshire)   
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