An Autumn Harvest grinds.

Binds, churning lands, toils

Behind the scenes of leaves

Crops return to soils.

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Farming is a passion, a must

To feed the masses

The timing of seasons

Copper hue passes.

 

The turbulent fallacy

Burning trees whoosh

Hazy, mists of dew

Golden Enzymes hush.

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An Autumn Harvest grinds,

Clunk, Click wheels the minds.

 

A Sonnet for East Hull Tales. October 2016.

 


Breath-taking landscapes near Hornsea, East Coast of Yorkshire,are by Jules taken for the BBC Weather Watchers App. 2016

 

 

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