A Chapter by Dave Brown



The not so often garden gate

Less used each shorting day

The crop that grew to mature

Its yield, now reaped away


The fading of the autumn’s fall

Slipping down the cooling slope

For that which grew in warmer soils

Spring again becomes their hope


From darking trees that surround

The Raven’s shadow falls now long

With those fewer smaller winged

Less about with sweetest song


Where grown grapes once filled the flock

Those branches now near bare

As watching Raven on tree top

Calls out his loud declare


His brassy call that reaches all

From the top of tallest trees

Reflects that tho’ cool autumn comes

He still does as he may please



© 2020 Dave Brown

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