Early Morning Poem by James Tipp

Early Morning



My early morning walk turns into a colour concert
The autumn pallet resounds across my vision, amazing.
This red and golden wonder bestrides the highways verge
Here were commerce plies her trade, another wonder visible
Kent the garden readies herself for winter, but what a fanfare
The sun shines on extending the feel good factor, November
The skies are blue and the magical change of autumn spectacular
The gift abounds free at the point of delivery, a health benefit.

(c)J Tipp November 18

Thursday, February 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
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