The Autumn sun shines
away the mist and dew.
Dropped tawny, crunched crunched crab apples.
Red fruit of the mountain ash
purple sloes on the black thorn.
Blackberries entangled in their bramble beds.
Leaves changing their colours from green, to gold, bronzed browns.
Falling and disappearing into the ground
are acorns and hazel nuts.
Squirrel scurries for it store, stops
stares then darts away once more.
Swifts perched watching waiting on the wire
Crows gather in a dynamic display
then fly in a feathery cascade.
Night time comes early
for Halloween and ghost stories.
Natures back is turned
against the north wind
as it slowly hides away
shutting the door on summer
All rights with the poet Julie Pritchard