Chasing leaves, like thoughts, I feel
Autumn closing in on me.
As I lie beneath the chestnut tree
Blue skies appear between the leaves.
As leaves drop, larger skies appear
Like a huge blue duvet over me.
The leaves become my comfy bed,
A crumply pillow for my head.
A place to keep my hopeful thoughts
A place to sleep, my wishes caught.
Caught amongst the rustle, rustle,
A time to rest away from bustle.
A place to think, a time to learn and
A chance to wait for new life to return...
I am a conker, rich and brown
Fat and shiny, I snuggle down.