Cascading leaves dancing
with Autumn’s cooling breeze.
A brown bird forages under
an old, weathered bench.
Rain make all colours change,
in skies and on fields while
young, bright, hopeful things
pedal hard down Cambridge streets,
late for lectures……
black gowns fly past
like an exodus of Blackbirds
in the wet morning’s light.
BubblingWordClouds
Flick's Poetry & Thoughtfield: “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” Rumi
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