Hazel trees in fall Yellow leaves and fairy rings Magic in the air
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Medlar fruits are sweet But only when they are soft Like kisses and cheese
Traveller’s joy blooms White plumes adorn the hedges Old man’s beard in winter
High heath and moorland Pony paws through the snowdrifts Gypsy soul follows
Bonfire and fireworks Light up the night with colors Revellers rejoice
Fallen leaves on path Colourful and crisp and bright Autumn’s gift to me
Ciarán, stormy king Flashing, roaring, pouring, shaking Fear his mighty wrath
A cup of hot tea A plate of golden oat biscuits A moment of bliss
No butter or eggs Flour, oil, water and salt Vegan pie crust made
Fresh water falls down From the clouds to the ocean Cycle of life flows