Autumn Wood

Some leaves are still that vibrant green,
But most have turned amber, gold, scarlet and burnt sienna.
Some have already fallen to the ground.
Every step you make you hear the crisp and crunch as the dead leaves shatter into a thousand pieces.
Snap, a twig breaks underfoot.
A bird flies up into the treetops.
A grey squirrel shoots up another tree carrying his precious loot,
Hiding his winter rations away from the notorious Magpie.

You can hear the Red deer rutting in the distance,
And the cry of the migrating swallows song;
As you look at the Horse Chestnut tree bearing it’s mahogany fruit.
The whole forest revolves around the solitary oak as it gives out the autumn magic.