#Octpowrimo
It’s happening
Count to three
and watch the children
of the horse chestnut tree
make a break for
independence
The leaves have been
screaming without saying a word
all through the summer, “look at me” they yelled
as deciduous colour went from green to red
till north wind and west wind wanted to play
Autumnal fruit, cling to the vines
hanging on for dear life as last of the summer
till they’re picked up with windswept apples
and encased in buttery pastry
Grey Squirrels
hide in the distance
handy to blend into the surroundings
of fallen leaves by the trees
or merging int the grey-green moss on their trunks
Conkers surviving
the annual schoolyard knockabout
rest among the leaves colourful quilt
sleeping soundly
underground
till spring.
The Inkwell 