The start of a poem

This is the start of what I hope will be a poem about what autumn means to me. Unusually for me I have started with a list of things I associate with the arrival of autumn which have then been put into a rough order. the next stage should be expanding this and trying to put more feeling/imagery/meaning into it.

What autumn means to me

Big winter coats
cardigans and sweaters appear
boots replace shoes
bags of veg for soup in the shops

heating being turned on
the smell of smoke from chimneys
halloween costumes
the first hints of Christmas

multi coloured trees
paths draped with leaves
summer birds gone
Geese flying over

the first frosts
the last shrivelled flowers
mist filling the valleys
solid white skies

longer nights
warm orange window lights
cold sunny days
diamond clear blue skies


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