Early September 2 (September 11th,2020)

Poem By Dominic Windram

Early September.
And the wind and light suggest
Autumn enchantments.

Comments about Early September 2 (September 11th,2020)

I'm all for Autumn enchantments Dominic and warmly welcome any of nature's tell tale clarion calls. A short but precise poem and neatly done. A full score my friend and many thanks.
Yes autumn enchantment Running through the enactment Playing through the placement Until we get replacement. Beautifully penned. Thank-you.

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