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From the poem ‘Autumn’ by my delightful cousin Jan Gemmell:

Autumn is fast approaching, and the leaves turn into gold,
The days becoming shorter, the soil becoming cold,
Yet it’s not all that depressing; glorious gifts abound,
There’s much to fill the heart with joy if one just looks around.


The trees are shedding mantles to prepare for season spring,
Brisk winds rustle dying leaves, and make the wind chimes ring,
I clothe my feet in sturdy shoes and crunch the falling leaves
Which tumble from the bushes and whirl around the eaves.