Each of our four seasons has its merits and attractions, even winter.

Autumn is no exception bringing a wide range of vibrant glowing colours, so I have penned the following verse as a celebration whilst at the same time looking ahead with hope to next spring.

Already my daffodil bulbs are poking above the soil and amazingly,my local chaffinch is in full song.

A leaf just died, I watched it fall,
flutter to the ground to sprawl
now faded, etched with insect scar,
pale faded ghost of once proud star.

Yet high on that autumnal bough
new life is born, though dormant now,
dark tight-furled buds, each tiny thing
will clothe the trees in green next spring.