but here’s one anyway.
Equinox
Autumn equinox is here,
Unsettling leaves
And sending shivers
Through the air.
Beech and ash are turning now
And fields are furrowed by the plough.
Startled from its nest of grass,
A hare lopes away as walkers pass.
In early evening’s gold and mottled light
Of low rays warning of approaching night,
A woodland whiff of mulch and leaves
Pervades the lengthening shadows of the trees.
Image found on Pinterst
writing in north norfolk 