Autumn Colours Down on the Cape the combers roll in from the north this autumn day And dash against Green Island’s cliffs and send to sky a mist of spray Such is the way of autumn time more northern wind than summer days When soft wind blows from the sou’west and it is calmer on…

Autumn Frost The country hills are turning red For fall has nipped the berry ground In early morning it is there It came last night without a sound The morning cloak of dusty white Will vanish with the rising sun But it stays long enough to show The run to winter has begun The days…