The Starts To An Autumn Poem That Head Binwards

The squirrels lay dead upon the road They panicked about nuts As transactions go, leaf to soil ...... nature's toil Darkness leaves slowly, returns too soon I greet not the sun, but my friend the moon The twilight, it lingers betwixt day and night Leaves tumble to carpet the ground First supple, then crunchy, then damp Smells change to earthy all around I need to see by the light of my lamp Autumnal tumble, crunch and crumble Foggy and murky and wet *I'll keep thinking*