It’s happening

Count to three

and watch the children

of the horse chestnut tree

make a break for


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


till spring.

Published by inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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