The turn of a leaf

The first turn of a leaf, a constant reminder that Summer is brief. The suns slow burn melts into the horizon leaving behind: a colourful show, a crisp autumn breeze and a sharp wind blow. Dark nights soon approach with the squawk of a crow, cold creeps in with the first fog grow. Green leaves  fade to red, the sight of conkers near. Spikey shields dropping from branches Mother Nature we ought to fear. A crisp crunch of a leaf that once danced to its demise, one of springs creations now drowned out by summers cries. The veil to the under world wears thin, celebrating Halloween by carving a pumpkin. Animals stock up on food supplies autumn a preparation for winters surprise.