The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Trees in Autumn

Listen to Andy read his poem ...
We humans shed ourselves by slow degrees.
Not so with trees.
Trees lose their brittle leaves
Swift as you please.
One dead layer gone
They’re naked as a skeleton
Clattering in the breeze.

About the Writer

Andy Nuttall

Andy grew up in East Lancashire. He lives in the North-East of England where he works in social care. He has a children's poem currently published in Spellbinder Quarterly and has adult work showcased on the Iambapoet platform (Wave Six) curated by the poet Mark Antony Owen. He has appeared in Acumen Journal last year.