- Autumn -

An Autumn mist is forming

Gently leaves are falling.

Woodland now is resting

As Fungi dies and Festers

The best of Summer gone now

Autumn Creeping upon now!

Each Branch Starts to bough low

Leaves beneath our feet now

Crisply leaves are Crunching

Summer's gone now, no time for lunching

Branches getting Barer

Cold air Coming in.

Cuddlings not a Sin

Tucking into (Cocca)

Cookie Biscuits too.

I shall end my Poem now

and nip off out to the loo!

Written By Joy Sharp

Giddy

xx