Compensation
September sings of summer sun.
Whilst trying on her autumn dress
Recalling happy days of fun
but recognising none the less.
This is her final chance to show
what she can do to demonstrate
a range of shades which simply glow.
It’s her attempt to compensate
for the winters coming snow.
When she discards her finery
stripped by the cruel winds which blow
The trees will then stand nakedly.
Black silhouettes against the sky
sheer beauty to an artist’s eye.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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