I wish you had seen when I was light green, with edges all ruffled in pink

but now I am brown and feeling quite down, imagine what neighbours must think

there’s one saving grace that surely takes place when once I have rotted away

I’ll join with my friends and then make amends by feeding the trees every day

Meanwhile I’ll keep mum and wave to my chum who’s rustling there on the ground

She’s having some fun in the bright Autumn sun as she crunches and swirls all around

I’m waiting, you know, for the next mighty blow that will send me to join all the rest

Then I’ll chase all around with that glorious sound that fresh fallen leaves do the best

We’ll all pile together in crisp Autumn weather ensuring the kids have a ball

Then hustle and bustle and crinkle and rustle, a wonderful time had by all!

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

I’m hanging here just enjoying the gentle breeze, despite the fact that every single one of my mates has deserted me!

“Come on”, they said, “jump off with us, it’ll be fun!”

Fun? Sure!  I saw how that great big lolloping beast of a man came out and hoovered up the last lot who’d had fun spiralling down to the grassy bank below.  He then went and dumped them all in a big black bin down behind the rose bushes. 

I saw inside there once when the lid was off.  Loads of worms, eating my mates!

Just. leaf. me. alone!

Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.