Moving On

It’s raining leaves and acorns,
rosehips are rusty red
and burnished conkers bathed in dew
lie on a mossy bed.

Hedgehog, underneath the shed,
feels neither wind nor rain.
Old toad is tucked up safe from harm
till spring comes round again.

Honeybees have huddled close
to keep each other warm
and ladybirds are hunkered down
to shelter from a storm.

The beech mast crackles underfoot
when I walk through the wood.
Pale toadstool fairy rings appear
in every neighbourhood.

Squirrel’s cache of nuts and seeds
he wisely hides from sight,
so he can have a winter feast
when frost begins to bite.

Palest primrose sunshine lights
the beauty of the trees,
where shimmering silver spider webs
hang trembling in the breeze.

Autumn skies grow deeper blue,
I feel the air turn cool
and see my breath before me as
I make my way to school.

The swifts have gone, the geese have come,
for summer’s packed away.
Time now for pumpkins, plums and pies,
for indoor games and play.