The gusts of October tickle the trees
And down they come those fluttering leaves.
The spindely ash, the sycamore yellow
The dry crunchy beech, all jumbled up fellows.
The cascade of colours that tumble down
Lay one upon other deep upon ground.
This wonderful colourful autumnal scene
The prequel to rebirth of vibrant spring green.
I cannot say to any person what I hear….I cannot say it to myself….It is very wonderful.