I Can Sense Autumn
The days shorten and there's a nip in the air.
It's woolly jumpers now, that I want to wear.
I can feel Autumn.
The lowering sun ripens the fruits until they are fit to tumble.
That means the oven's full of apple crumble!
I can taste Autumn.
The plaintiff cry of a curlew in the far away sky
And the cawing of the crows close by.
I can hear Autumn.
Smoke from a bonfire drifts my way,
Grey wisps dance like children at play.
I can smell Autumn.
Red, gold, yellow and brown:
Trees wear their changing colours like a crown.
I can see Autumn.
All around me the signs are there,
To feel, to taste, to hear, to smell and to see.
I can sense Autumn.