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