Archive Selection--By Linda Hurdwell--England--Originally Published--December 20, 2016

Autumn Leaves…

A Winter’s gale blows thick and fast

Tossing the leaves that are unable to last

While the timid sun sighs with despair

As winter laughs without a care.

Autumn hides with fear on her face

This land is now no longer her place

Birds migrate with urgent speed

There’s nothing here that they need.

Insects don’t thrive when it is so cold

Plants wither and become suddenly old

A lone robin still sings with some hope

Wondering how on earth he will cope.

Autumn turns and hurries away

Taking her hues and pride with dismay

She sheds such a small and silent tear

Grateful that she will be back next year.

Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born.  She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner, she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.