Autumnal Poetry
by The Editor
Traditional Britain Group contributor Miss Susan Storer offers a elegiac poem in honour of the current season.
by Miss Susan Storer:
Autumn
Autumn is here there's a chill in the air.
Leaves falling from trees and making them bare.
Grey clouds amass the rain has come.
The wind whips up and there's not much sun.
Crow, wren and robin red breast all fly home to be safe in their nest.
The daylight is fading, the day has now done, the night is upon us
the darkness has won.