Daily Times

The breeze is gradually beckoning autumn games

Inside the gardens and through the lanes,

Pouring into and whirling round

All the leaves colored orange, red and brown

Surging through each swaying tree,

Shaking and letting apples fall till they are free.

Gusting conkers until they drop

And open broad and wide with a scratchy pop

The wind is dancing in merriment and fun,

Giggling in the golden autumn sun.

It plummets acorns, leaves, oak nuts and fir cones

Eventually creating a carpet under trees