Autumn

Golden leaves fall towards the frozen earth To crunch beneath many a children’s shoe Branches are bare, prepared for the winter The weather decides just what to do Birds migrate to where it’s warmer Using their genetic navigation Finding the same place on earth every time The perfect over wintering station The wind carries bears a chill, the nights close in The daylight hours are reduced Man retreats into the warmth of his home It’s better here, he has deduced The wind and the rain sting to the touch You walk with a lean to progress Well wrapped up to keep out the cold And the icy rain ingress