Crisp is the morning sign,
Mid the extremes we find.
That autumn is upon us,
Luke warm mid-day with little fuss.
Gold and red the hues we see,
For all to see a tree to be.
Some shed bare a seasonal cue,
That winters approaching in a few.
My favourite days we are within,
love my bed and warm sleep-ins.
With cat affection her comfort is,
Don’t move mum…tis tis tis.
Paula Hanlon 20/05/2023