Equinox

Autumn equinox is here,

Unsettling leaves

And sending shivers

Through the air.

Beech and ash are turning now

And fields are furrowed by the plough.

Startled from its nest of grass,

A hare lopes away as walkers pass.

In early evening’s gold and mottled light

Of low rays warning of approaching night,

A woodland whiff of mulch and leaves

Pervades the lengthening shadows of the trees.

Hare running

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