Autumn

 AUTUMN

Swirling early morning mist and the

Hazy platinum sun,

The noticeable chill in the morning air

Tell us that autumn has come.

 

Underfoot the crunch of leaves

Brings with it the scent of autumn.

That nutty aroma of crushed acorns,

Evoking childhood memories

Of collecting autumn treasures.

Acorns, conkers and hazelnuts,

That could fill a squirrel’s winter store.

Soft plump blackberries and sour crab apples

For making jam and golden pies.

Sycamore keys floating down like helicopters

Coming to rest amongst the crumpled leaves.

Fluffy old man’s beard covers the hedgerows which are hung

With scarlet chains of black bryony berries

And delicate webs laced with dewdrops in the still morning air.

The smell of autumn bonfires fills the air

Reminding us of the cold that winter will bring.

Changing the mellow autumnal days

Into cold grey ones, awaiting the arrival of spring.