And Autumn

............Some trees;
leaves already a hint of red,
.............yellow and brown.
Bristle then in the Breeze.

Green is the Conker
with a spike,
Children
back to school !

Merchant traders Make
a Mint,
out of that.
Mothers spent.

And an old man
takes an irish coffee.
To remember days
of lifting stone.

Of Crayfish Caught,
from a Beck...........: