Near Chartwell
I walked through dusk near Chartwell
And glanced while on my way
At each effect of autumn,
Despite the freezing day.
And while there in the forest
Surrounded by old trees
I caught the mystic scent of
A bonfire on the breeze.
The woodland radiated
So much October haze,
I thought some hand had painted
The ideal vivid maze.
Though overcast skies towered
Late sunbeams fell upon
A world of hidden beauty
Where every small leaf shone.
Bright oranges and yellows
Swirled round as if in pools,
While deeper tones of crimson
Gleamed like exquisite jewels.
High overhead I noticed
That branches had combined
To form a lovely ceiling
With different leaves entwined.
I felt the chill air warming,
October turned from cold
For autumn played its music,
A symphony in gold.
When I require a moment
To soothe away the care
I dream I’m back near Chartwell
And all the colours there.
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I walked through dusk near Chartwell
And glanced while on my way
At each effect of autumn,
Despite the freezing day.
And while there in the forest
Surrounded by old trees
I caught the mystic scent of
A bonfire on the breeze.
The woodland radiated
So much October haze,
I thought some hand had painted
The ideal vivid maze.
Though overcast skies towered
Late sunbeams fell upon
A world of hidden beauty
Where every small leaf shone.
Bright oranges and yellows
Swirled round as if in pools,
While deeper tones of crimson
Gleamed like exquisite jewels.
High overhead I noticed
That branches had combined
To form a lovely ceiling
With different leaves entwined.
I felt the chill air warming,
October turned from cold
For autumn played its music,
A symphony in gold.
When I require a moment
To soothe away the care
I dream I’m back near Chartwell
And all the colours there.
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