Earth has birthed an abundance of fruit:
tawny acorn knots rain hard from oak trees;
hollies burn brightly with a blood-red flame;
magenta spindles split open orange hearts.
A young boy kicks spiky shells with his boot,
searching for chestnuts in a sea of sunset leaves –
it’s conker time, and children play the game,
knocking hardened seeds until they burst apart.
Kim M. Russell, 18th October 2020
My response to Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry #42: Autumnal
Thank you, Rosemary and Sarah of Purple in Portland, for the autumnal poems – they inspired me to write one too!