The leaves are losing their green mantle now
As Autumn fully takes over from Summer sun
From green to red, yellow and then gone
But not the beech, hanging on, and how.
Soon they will be brown and dried
Their crinkled leaves look like a frown
And as the leaves all ‘skritch and skratch’
It becomes quite clear that Summer has died.
For when you raise your eyes to see
The skeletal branches of trees now bare
There’s nowhere now for birds to hide
And Winter waits to be set free.
©Joew2023