No more the withered summer-browns of death Crumbling and sere upon the dry and crackling ground Beneath a Rime of the Ancient Mariner sky - Leaves in autumn colours are falling now
Pale greens, poor yellows, weak reds, but good enough To decorate this time of early frosts With appropriate merriment, good enough To rake into playtime heaps for children and dogs
These modest scenes will attract no peepers this year But I will send you a snap β itβs good enough!