Natures turned the season’s keys
Autumn sheds its golden leaves
Verdant trees of summer, bare
Branches shivering naked there.
Woodlands hedgerow’s amber glow
Home to holly, robin, sloe.
Squirrels, nuts do harbour, store
In their winter dens to share.
Morning breezes chill the air
As through mist and fog I stare
Spiders web in dew you’ll find
Tribute to nature’s mastermind.