A Memory of Autumn

Two tots tumble across the green scattering stacks of crisp amber leaves. The horse chestnut
shelters grandad as they play, a perfect leaning post.

Stiff like starfish they run, bundled in playsuits, hats & wellington boots. Hunting for treasure, squeals echo across the square as they succeed. A dog pricks its ears.

Deep brown conkers clatter together in pockets. At home, they will sit on a shelf until dry, dull, a memory of autumn.