Atumn poem

Globster

Atumn poem

Atunm the crunch of the leaves orange and yellow leaves blowing around in the breeze and brown leaves crisp leaves crutching under my wheels of my wheelchair’s wheels and the cold air touching my face which gives me a little bit of fright as the hazey weak sun shines down as shadows spread over the ground. As our beautiful little creatures  bat species, hedgehogs and the dormouse retreat to their cosy boltholes from around October/November until March/April the following year.

Globster

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