[John Whitworth]

This week's Spectator contains my poem 'Autumn' which was workshopped on the Sphere some months ago. Thanks to all who contributed.

[John Isbell]

Congratulations!

[Ed Shacklee]

Congratulations, John. I'll try to steal a copy of the Spectator!

Best,

Ed

[John Whitworth]

Oh dear, Ed. I wonder if I would be allowed to print it here?

Autumn

Autumn days are misty mellow.
Leaves are red and brown and yellow
Blackberries are on the brambles.
Families go out on rambles,
In their jerseys and their wellies,
Picking fruit to fill their bellies,
Taking chestnuts home to roast
To eat with tea and buttered toast.
Late dog-walkers quit the park
Ere the fast-encroaching dark..
Softly falls September rain.
Springtime tastes like fine champagne.
Autumn tastes like mild and bitter.
Crickets sing and swallows twitter.
Distant hunting horns are blowing.
Everything is going, going.

There. I've done it now. It's difficult for my fans in the USA to get the Spectator. Aussies have the Oz Version.

I apologise in advance if I have committed a sin against the Sphere.

[John Isbell]

Is there no period (or full stop) after yellow?

Cheers,
John

[Jayne Osborn]

Originally Posted by Ed Shacklee

Congratulations, John. I'll try to steal a copy of the Spectator!

Would you like me to send you one, Ed? I'll happily do that, to keep you out of the law courts

Congratulations, John. I remember seeing the poem here. I'll get my Speccie through the letterbox in the morning.

Jayne