It is a time of year that's to my taste, Full of spiced rumours, sharp and velutinous flavours, Dim with the mist that softens the cruel surfaces, Makes mirrors vague. It is the mist that I most favour.
from 'Autumn' by Vernon Scannell (1922 – 2007)
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