Jets of red and flutters of gold
Fall from the tree tops so tired and old
Gnarled twisted branches with jig sawed bark
children laughter, as they run through the park
Mountains of amber, piled at their feet
Some tall and the mighty, some stark and bleak
Home for the magpie, a squirrels playground
Rustling and shushing, how soothing the sound
Thick trunks of ancient with hollow to hide
Lean on and read, be still your mind
Blazing October, all furious it glows
A palette of autumn, a sight we all know
Sit on a bench let it shade you with brown
Let if drape over like an empresses gown.
Jewels lit by sunlight on branches of rust
Let Autumn full fill you with the colours of lust.