The Autumn feeling - høststemning

Autumn sensations

Summer`s End

There are no leaves now to be seen,

And all is brown that once was green,

No violet lies in sweet repose,

Nor primrose in the hedgerow grows,

There are no bluebells in the wood,

Bare borders where delphiniums stood,

The cowslips have all disappeared

With columbines and old man`s beard,

There is no blossom in the bough,

The air is still and quiet now,

So Mother Nature takes a rest

And holds her children to her breast,

A lullaby she`ll softly sing

Until they wake again in Spring.

Brian Hope Gent

Hugs Pam