Autumn’s Vagabond

Autumns Vagabond short poem

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This morning you thrilled me with leaves swirling

Tumbling, cascading they zephyr-danced

Dregs of the summer’s bright motes falling

Heart in a whirl and my soul entranced

All of my spirit caught up and laughing

Breathless I swooped and I plunged beyond

Call of the mountains and frail horizon

I met you there, Autumn’s vagabond

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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