Autumn

Now bryony hangs in the holly

Her scarlet necklet of beads.
And from feathery Michaelmas daisies
The goldfinches scatter their seeds.

Autumn, Now bryony hangs in the holly, Her scarlet necklet of beads. And from feathery Michaelmas daisies, The goldfinches scatter their seeds. Poem by Mary Dawson Jeffries UK.
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