Autumn fruits and winter boots, wrapping up for the day,
Cold noses on the children, their cheeks glow as they play.
Reddend skies apple pies, climbing fences made of wire,
Warming stews and evening news tucked up by the fire.
Halloween, bonfire night, toffee apples on sticks,
Burning smelly candles right down to their wicks.
Warming bubbles soothe the bones,
Reading late haunting tomes.
Fond memories seep inside my head,
of windy nights wrapped up in bed.
Saying farewell to summer, the honey and the Bee,
That’s what Autumn, conjures up for me.