The Fall of the Leaf

Orange gold and brown dance playfully

Take a fluttering bow

Curling edges like praying fingertips

Carpet the ground

Crunch beneath my feet

Shiny brown conkers

Peep out from a bed of leaves

Transport me back

Gathered conkers in the chapel grounds

Ripened to a hard golden brown

Tangled twine threaded

Knotted drawn in

Let battle begin

Oh the delight

To tread amongst the golden leaves

Of yellow sand reds in the underside

Feet lost in autumn’s colour scheme

My heart sings

The cold air kisses my cheeks

I open my arms, twirl

Lift my face

Thank God to be alive.