Blind Autumn


For Blind People

Colourful Autumn Trees

Blind Autumn

Early steps crisp the frosted grass
as the stripped hedge wet brushes a walker.

Sun warmed at noon she stops to eat,

tasting her picking of: berries and nuts.

Dusk’s cool touch strokes away the warmth,

rousing from sleep to spicey autumn scents,

pumpkin, Apples, Chrysanthemums

blent with wood smoke, moist earth, damp sweet decay.

A blackbird’s melancholy song is heard

as she surfs through the dry leafed wood.

Snatched from the last twigs by the rising wind,

dead leaves at her window tap, tap, tap.

© Elisabeth Standen

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