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Gold Medalions

Gold medallions shining  on the woodland floor,  
birch leaves falling  in the morning breeze  
dance in shafts of  light piercing branches  
green but fading. .  
The alder not yet ready to shed her autumn tints.  
Pine needles on the footpath,  fresh green needles  
in the towering tops. wait for the winter,  
while below, bracken  dies to ginger,  
ferns, green until  Christmas snow and frost.  
   
They wave farewell  another year is passed,  
it has been good fun, let's do it all again  
just the same each day I shall come  
watch you in your beds  pull my jacket round  
dodge puddles, fallen trees and branches,  
looking for signs of spring  just after Candlemas.    
Then, February gone  and March to come  
see primrose yellow  once more promise .  
spring is come again.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 12th Nov 2015
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