ππππIt will not always be like this,The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decorationTo the trees' shoulders, braiding the cuffsOf the boughs with gold; a bird preening π³π²π©Β Β π¦ππIn the lawns mirror. Having Looked up from the day's chores, pause a minute,Let the mind take its photographOf the bright scene, Something to wearΒ Β Β Against the heart in the long cold. π ββπ« π¬
By R S Thomas
A day in Autumn- R S Thomas
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It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration
To the trees' shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening
π³π²π©Β Β π¦ππ
In the lawns mirror. Having Looked up from the day's chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph
Of the bright scene, Something to wearΒ Β Β
Against the heart in the long cold.
π ββπ« π¬
By R S Thomas