Autumn Stands Sullen.
Dawn rose late and dusk fell early.
Dowdy clouds dressed in
grey, drift across a
down-heeled dawn
limpet leaves embrace
the stem as tears of
autumn know their loss.
Such clothing shed,
all pretence lost beyond
the shaded bronze,
time shall call an early
dusk to cloak their stricken
form.
© sweetwater 2023
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Thank you Trevor, as you can see I have amended as you suggested, I wasn’t sure about the apostrophe in the title, and the hyphen has been in and out several times so your help is much appreciated.
I will take another look at the layout and the other punctuation, both of which I always struggle with.
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment 🙂 Sue.
You’re very kind thank you. Sue.