Jumper

Jumper

The lawn is littered with leaves

Of Ash, Birch, Hawthorn and Rowan 

The green is fading

As if it’s been washed too many times

By the rain

Dawn almost gives way to frost

A sharpness is in the air

The tang of autumn

Making me want to light a fire

To add the scent of woodsmoke 

Pumpkins swell in the garden

Alongside the last of the summer blooms

Today I will wear a jumper