I love the crunch beneath my boots,
Crisp mornings and coloured trees.
Fingerless gloves and owl hoots,
Long scarves down to my knees.
Conkers burst their, spiked armour,
Spill their seeds for conker wars.
Scarlet and golden paint a scene,
To cover paths and forest floors.
Without Autumn there’d be no respite
a harvest moon would not appear.
No Halloween or cosy suppers
To bring us all our Autumn cheer.
So many of you asked, ‘what are conkers?’ I have popped this link for you. Here . The shaddow fighter picture above was found un credited on the internet and depicts a conker war. All other shots are of my own making.
What do you like about Autumn? Have you played Conkers? I’d love to hear … go on, you know you’d like to.