Autumn Gold. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Autumn Gold.
The chill of scottish air, sounds of a little stream rush by, the palette of autumn gold and yellow, brown, leaves I tread underfoot, God's canvas is all around. Silver cobwebs cling to branches, a robin sings on a glassy pond that reflects his image. The evening light shimmering through the canopy of pines. Here is nature in all its glory and infinite beauty.
Michael Cochrane ©
A beautiful poem on nature embellished with compelling images. A well crafted and expressed write.
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10/6/2026 12:56:38 PM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
Beautiful