When Nature Beckons
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Awakening to the morning mist,
That clouds the fields,
like one great shroud.
Waiting for the sun to rise,
To brighten up my feelings now.
A lonely crow flies to the trees,
I miss the summer,
The humming bees.
This is Autumn,
in its own way,
I welcome nature,
every day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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