Past Events - Poem by James Tipp
The autumnal season brings richness of colour
The sky daubed with pinks and mauves
An impressionist master class unveils itself.
The mist recedes and the majesty of colour
Demands and audience to look up enjoy
The advent season matches natures best
We await with expectation the celebration
Of past events made real for today.
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