London, Notting Hill Autumn

Golden, crisp leaves falling softly from almost bare trees,
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze,
Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground,
Whispering and rustling a soothing sound.

Coppers, golds, and rusted tones,
Mother Nature’s way of letting go.
They fall and gather one by one,
Autumn is here, summer has gone.

Autumn Leaves by Edel T. Copeland

End of Autumn, Notting Hill London.
Photo by Adam Gallagher.

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