Nights are drawing in, leaves are falling and conkers are being gathered. It can only mean autumn! Here are two poems I have written to share with you all.
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,
To 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.
Conkers are seeds that fall from the tree,
This wide leafy chestnut that spreads over me.
The squirrels collect them and store them away
To eat when they’re hungry on a cold winter’s day.
To children who find them they bring lots of joy.
Threaded on string they become a great toy.
A seasonal pastime when autumn has come
A battle with conkers can be so much fun.