And So It Is (2)A Poem by Chris Shaw
the dappled gold of sunlight
descends on weeping leaves the trees are in a state of flux in shades of inbetweens the brushwood of this silver birch sways gently to and fro October air is cooling my window pane aglow filled with the autumn morning with all a new day brings the world continues spinning and still the blackbird sings © 2025 Chris ShawReviews
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13 Reviews Added on October 21, 2025 Last Updated on October 21, 2025 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more.. |


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