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Around the lake the trees surround
Reflections on the water shine,
And deepest blue the autumn sky
A picture that is so divine,
The autumn all around me now
As leaves are floating to the ground,
A whisper of the summer gone
As they fall without a sound.
November still the morning bright
The weeping willow there does stand,
Touching shade where darkness falls
And drapes the water and the land,
It looks so sad now all is lost
About to sleep through winter's cold,
And cannot cling on anymore
To all its falling leaves of gold.
Which float upon the water's edge
To where the ducks do swim and feed,
Upon the bread from passers by
Beside the languid sedge and reed,
Around the lake the trees surround
A palette rich in colours flow,
And where the auburn yellows blend
With all the scarlet ambers glow.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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