leaves cling like amber earrings, dangling, but only just, from Seen-it-all-before oak trees, who sigh Once Tall and jolly with flowing blossom perms Now Melancholy, But handsome in their autumn gloom Confident their youth will return Smug, Invincible, but kind Like a snuggly grandad with endless stories. A Paper coffee cup, retired, upturned Seafoam mermaid nymph ebbing away Lazy and beautiful with soil on her face Bronzed by clay in the high saturation daylight. Golden hour, A pair of dungarees takes a Carefully posed photograph. Hashtag nature. Latte and laptops in the sweaty, steamy tea shops Which puff cosy o’s into the Pearl grey sky An assault of angry acorn shells Woodland shrapnel peppering rain macs Crusty nosed children shriek Thrilled As winter frost peeks around golden corners, Hiding from the cold wet paws Of ragged dogs with bacon thin tongues Who will beg for kindness In the form of sausages At the cafe tables.