Nipping Out

Peacock Poetry

The early autumn can often be sensed by an unexpected nip in the air. Last year I left for my usual lunchtime jaunt to find that the seasons were definitely on the turn and was quite taken aback by the chill that seemed to have arrived from nowhere.

Autumn’s Nip

Autumn whispers in the air

The dip in warmth unnerving

The change has caught me unawares

As round brisk paths I’m curving

Large scoops of carbon clog the sky

The crickets’ call is jaded

My path void of all passers by

Their summer spring now faded

The milking cows creak like old doors

The seasons soon will flip

As August now retracts its claws

I’m floored by Autumn’s Nip

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