Roses heave their parting sighs,
Nodding mums their last goodbyes.
Sometimes spare
but never ugly,
Even stark
but always lovely.
Breathing Nature’s fond farewell
To all in thrall of Autumn’s spell.
Roses heave their parting sighs,
Nodding mums their last goodbyes.
Sometimes spare but never ugly,
Even stark but always lovely,
Breathing Nature’s fond farewell
To all in thrall of Autumn’s spell.