On the Change

As the nights draw in, gold leaves detach
From wind-blown trees and quickly catch
The gusts that daily whirl and sway
Making pretty patterns down my way.

No blue skies beam overhead
Summer sandals cast off, put to bed
A nice warm coat to ward off chills
But walking in the wood still thrills.

Misty damp in wooded glade
Cheeky mushrooms on parade
Dappled sunlight through beech trees
Renoir loved such sights as these.

Time passes and we're on the turn
Insects shiver under fern
Dripping brollies in the hall
Billowing scarves in sight once more!

Ripe pickings now it's harvest time
The joy of log fires and mulled wine
As the birds fly southwards to the sun;
Summer, bags packed, starts to run!

(c) Poet in the woods 2018