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.