Medlar fruits are sweet But only when they are soft Like kisses and cheese
gipsi
Windblown maple tree Crimson leaves glisten and fall Bright spots on the path
Chestnuts are earthy Brown like soil and wood and leaves Warm and rich and deep
Traveller’s joy blooms White plumes adorn the hedges Old man’s beard in winter
High heath and moorland Pony paws through the snowdrifts Gypsy soul follows
Bonfire and fireworks Light up the night with colors Revellers rejoice
Fallen leaves on path Colourful and crisp and bright Autumn’s gift to me
Storm has left the woods Trees stand still in golden light Dreaming of springtime
A cup of hot tea A plate of golden oat biscuits A moment of bliss
No butter or eggs Flour, oil, water and salt Vegan pie crust made