Autumn Means Winter Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

Autumn Means Winter



It's the time of year when the sun begins to turn down,
The leaves start turning, they fall then they're blown.

Each day is shorter, each night a little long,
Quite soon at midnight we'll hear the midday bird song.

The evenings are cooler, the mornings quite chill,
It won't be long before the temperature's at nill.

I used to get depressed at autumnal time of year,
Not because I don't like the fall, but because winter is getting near.

But I have learnt a way from all my hibernating fear
Is to find a new job each autumn in the other hemisphere.

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Alan Bruce Thompson

Alan Bruce Thompson

Newcastle upon Tyne, United Kingdom
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