Leave the leaves, <br />And come and look at this. <br />A frond of a friend, <br />Beware of the exploding gorse, <br />But wallow with the willow, <br />Stick to the path, <br />Don't touch the sticky grass, <br />Nettled good for soup, <br />I see love's trumpet ahead, <br />And the silver birch, <br />Hastening to church, <br />The bramble is insecure, clinging to the past, <br />Whilst the mushroom, <br />Makes way for the vole. <br />Cacophany of autumn colours, <br />Make methink of her hair, <br />And we blend emotions, <br />To suit the situation, <br />We can't lose while we are together, <br />Inclement weather, <br />Mind the heather, <br />Pick up an acorn, <br />And have no more scorn, <br />I'm the one for you, <br />Persephone who?<br /><br />Anthony Dover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-autmn-woods/
