Costume jewellery spider webs,
Strung with dewy diamond beads,
Grassy fields sequin-scattered,
Festooning even lowly weeds.
Twist and twirl and flit and swirl:
First fallen survivors.
Velveteen fog descends,
Smothering the world in grey,
Casting thick and syrupy gloom
To obfuscate the break of day.
Luscious canopies transform,
Speckled with season’s rust;
Flame-tipped or foliage brushed
With ruddy blush or gilt gold-dust.
Branch by branch neatly disrobed,
These russet-tasseled trees,
Each leaflet floats and drifts to ground,
Plucked clean by bitter breeze.
Spiky shells cracked on the ground
Reveal their chestnut jewels,
The gleaming treasure gathered up
For playtime fun in schools.
Slick September showers
Fill the air with earthy scent;
Roads and pavements puddle-riddled
Soaked by autumn skies’ lament.
Once crisp leaves are moulded
Into multicoloured mulch;
Muddied borders line the streets
In roadside gutter gulch.
Shivering and sodden,
Breath curling into vapour,
Fraught commuters brace the winds
With faces white as paper.
Indigo-hued twilight falls
And lengthy shadows creep,
To duly warn the waiting world
Of winter’s coming sleep.
Emma H, age 26, 27/09/2017