In Competition No. 3169 you were invited to submit a poem about autumn in which the last letter of each line becomes the first of the following line.
Many of you wrote in praise of what the novelist Charlotte Mendelson has described as ‘the loveliness of rotting nature’; a time when nature feels at its most alive.
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