Martin Swords - Autumnal

Martin Swords - Autumnal

Now is the golden browning of the year, br early dusky evenings, and the quiet. br A time of listless leaves and branches, br a settling, and a dignity of dying. br br Smells of damp and rolling mist, br now haunt the hedges and the willows br of the river valley field. br The evening bells sound dampened in br the thick of Autumn air. br br The year is closing down br to sleep the winter sleep through frost and chill.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-08

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