Autumn leaves

Autumn Rising

This is my entry to the Center Parcs and Tots 100 November challenge. If I’m chosen, I would like to visit Elveden Forest in Suffolk.

country walk

A windy walk in the country

Whinfell Forest’s resident nature expert and Conservation Ranger (what a fantastic sounding job!), Emma Tapp offered some tips for getting the most out of autumn. Along with many others judging by the ever popular Coombe Mill’s Country Kids linky, I liked her second suggestion best which says: Play outside – Despite the drop in temperature, it’s great to wrap up warm and get outside in the fresh air. The sound of the leaves crunching as you stroll through the park or play in the garden is bound to get you and your children inspired, so why not head outside for a brisk autumn stroll before setting to work on your poetic masterpiece?

collecting leaves

Regular readers will have seen us playing in the park, going for woodland walks and spending lots of time on our local beaches eschewing the cold weather as it approaches. We’ve done leaf craft using paints and glue and collected conkers, acorns and fir cones to show at school. I’m a Spring and Summer person so find this time of year difficult but liked the challenge to write a poem that celebrates Autumn, so here’s my attempt, inspired by some of our recent days out.

children running on beach

The summer heat has departed, Autumn has arrived.
Grass grows green once more.
Scattering like confetti from their branches up high,
The leaves yellow, red, brown; decaying gloriously.

Conkers burst forth from spiky havens, their time come,
Shiny shells contrast dull mud.
Sunrise and sunsets fill the sky; scarlet, rose, silver, plum;
The eastern fire burning social media feeds with beauty.

Children, impervious to the chill, run outside,
Finally free of their rain prison;
Kicking through crunching leaves, and puddles wide,
Collecting fir cones, acorns, and conkers for show and tell.

Ice creams and bikinis no longer crowd the beaches
Now scattered with dog walkers.
Waves crash ashore, spraying dogs with foamy debris.
Scalding drinks warm rosy cheeks, tousled hair and cold hands.

As nights draw in, days remain full of wonders
At transforming landscapes.
Dreams of tropical sanctuary, diving in balmy waters
In useless denial of the cold of winter that lies still ahead.