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Autumn is here and Winter forgotten
Walking through town arm in arm with a lover
Moon in the sky and leaves good as rotten
The air is cool with the stench of roses
I hold his hand Hosanna Hosannah
Autumn is here drink coffee in cafes
Wine in bars sashay in slips tights and scarves
Everything is fallen there is rain on the street
There is light on the path the memory of heat
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Summer is dead Long live the Autumn.


Poem by Lydia Towsey


Lydia performed at the 100 Club on National Poetry Day. Read the write-up here:


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