There's a bite in the air,
and morning fields silently lay,
beneath a blanket of silver dust.
I open the window,
and let the cool,fresh autumn scent
into a sleepy room.
The world is changing.
The soothing green landscape is fading,
as nature lets go of her summer attire.
Its a time for renewal, a time for rest
As trees lose their sap,
and leaves change their hue.
Nature shuts down, but my senses awaken.
I smell its perfume, I see its beauty.
I feel its cool voice against my skin.
Its the start of my favourite season.
The crisp, fresh, crunchy, colourful
invigorating season,
Autumn!
By Alison Fielding x
Published by throughrosetintedglasses54
Writer, photographer, countryside lover. chicken keeper dog lover, dreamer.
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Through rose tinted glasses. 
True poem Alison. You would think that when nature shuts down it would be more of a sad funeral than an explosion of colours and sweet smells.
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You would Len. We get the benefits while nature rests.
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true and lovely…wonderful poetry, it was as a window opened up and fresh air rushed in as I read this.
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Thankyou Gary. Nothing like a burst of autumn air.
Im so looking forward to my first autumn here.
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Lovely words! Autumn is my favourite season too!
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Thanks Fiona, Its certainly a good season for the photographers among us.
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Lovely, I enjoyed reading this.
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Thankyou😊
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