Autumn Trees

Autumn Trees



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.