The trees are nearly, not quite bare br with dead leaves lying everywhere br a crisp bite to the morning air. br A pleasant day for those who dare br desert the comfort of their chair. br br Put on their warmest coat and go, br no need to rush just take it slow. br Nature still has much to show br to any wise enough to know. br Just where to look and where to go. br br Moving shadows cast by the sun br beneath the hedgerows, every one br is quite unique but too soon gone. br as the rising sun moves on. br Which gives me much to think upon. br br I think about the passing years br and realise that all my fears. br Like sun cast shadows disappear br they lack all substance it appears. br Your Autumn years aren’t hard to bear.br br ivor or ivor.