With every step among the leaves,
crackling, golden, orange, brown
you hear the music of the bees,
you feel the rhythm of your feet;
the slip and slide on crackling grass,
and the colours of the burning trees.
Keep on walking – it’s a treat
to drink the air and sing your feet
in crackling grass as you pass.
I don’t want an explanation for
the colour of the trees;
why in Autumn all the leaves
turn brown and red,
but I want to watch them riding on the breeze.
Whether molecules, or hormones or
subtle sleight of light,
I’m indifferent to the cause
of Autumn’s hues,
but trees in Autumn are a lovely sight.
I’ve looked up all the science but
it simply leaves me cold,
while the colours of the Autumn
are so warm.
They blanket Earth in yellow, red and gold.
As days grow cooler,
change their colours
then lose their leaves.
Before they fall,
no longer made
in autumn’s chill.
So we can see
those leaves unclad,
they’ve always had.
and dying, dowdy
This autumn rainbow’s
red – gold – brown.
“It went zip when it moved
Bop when it stopped
Whirrr when it stood still
I never knew just what it was
And I guess I never will”
Have a listen to the song in the link above.
What can you write about the marvellous toy?
Send in poems this week to
Thank-you for all the Autumn poems
I’m gradually scheduling them