Feels like Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun...

John Keats

Autumn is here, it feels like autumn today. Everyday on the way to and from school I pass a tree. It is a very large Horse Chestnut tree. For the past two years I have taken photos of this tree, I call it my tree. I took another photo today. The leaves are just turning to a bright orange and the conkers are popping and falling.

The leaves actually started turning in August (the picture above was taken on 11th September) but they are beginning to fall now. Already there is a carpet of gold against the dry stone wall. They are just waiting for feet to kick them up and swirl them round.

This was the tree today.

The breeze taste

Of apple peel.

The air is full

Of smells to feel-

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New books, erasers,

Chalk and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well-honeyed hum,

And mother cuts

Chrysanthemums.

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.

John Updike