The leaves turn yellow and red,
the days are shortening in time,
nature going to bed,
not so hot the sun’s shine.
A season of preparation,
harvest and finishing,
changing in house decoration,
the change for cold times living.
Jackets and coats required,
rain makes us seek indoor,
tea and warm meals desired,
nuts and dried plums on the floor,
A time for calming and resting,
for love and self care,
for board game testing,
some time with friends to share.
A walk in the colourful forest,
in the special autumns suns light,
and a warm soup at a rest,
cheeks red, smiles bright.
Tungstenturtle Poetry