In the dappled woods, where mushrooms hide,
Elderberry clusters sway, purple pride.
Raspberry jewels, plucked from tangled vine,
And sloe berries—dark secrets, aged like wine.
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Quince, oh quince, with your golden hue,
You whisper tales of orchards kissed by dew.
And apples—oh, the apples! Crisp and sweet,
Their bounty spills forth, a seasonal feat.
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Fill your baskets, weave them wide,
For autumn’s gifts are our heart’s true guide.
Fresh fruit and veg, a healing refrain,
Nature’s remedy for every ache and pain.
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To the foragers, the gatherers, the curious souls,
Autumn’s aisles beckon—where abundance unrolls.
From hedgerow to orchard, we roam free,
Harvest’s song echoing through every tree.
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So gather, my friends, beneath the russet sky,
Where mushrooms, elderberries, and apples lie.
For ailments fade, and spirits soar,
In this season of plenty, we ask for no more.
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2nd September 2024. Marcus Hazel-McGown.
Marcus, has been involved in Internet applications since the dawn of time, He has managed teams, managed companies and managed an Autistic household too.
He has a massive interest in Scifi and fantasy novels, cooking, Amateur Radio and the Weather as well as many other subjects. Marcus has a Doctorate in Musicology, and is a lifetime scholar. If Marcus doesn't know the answer he will definitely find it!
