Poetry Walks

Autumn


Trees, tired
Of the same old thing,
Try yellow.

The fields,
not to be outdone,
Blanch each morning.
But lose their nerve
Around noon.

The sky, discouraged
By the amount
Of work involved,
Stays the same.

- Jeremy Clarke (1962-)
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