Nature takes over now...

Nature takes over in autumn.

Creepy-crawlies come in through cracks, hide in our corners, scuttle and scurry as we sleep. Chill sweeps through our homes, cars, clothes, dictates our wardrobe, heating bills, hobbies and diets. Birds swoop low over our busy lives, catching our eyes, sparking dreams; the sinking sun slides across our windows, blinding us as we try to peer out, dazzling us through our windscreens as we try to steer. The early evenings draw us in; cause us to close our doors - and lock them. Owls hoot persistently into the dark nights, and foxes cut the brittle air with their sharp yaps, breaking into our spidery nightmares like alarm bells. 

Yes, nature is dominant in the autumn. It's turning us round with our world, of course, and, clever as we may be, super-sophisticated, nature-free as we imagine ourselves to be, we follow and obey; as ever, nature leads the way, but somehow we notice it more on a dark day.

I've put a few more autumnal poems and rhymes on my pages here - fresh from the paper page - if anyone wants a glance. And then, why not write your own? Then sing or draw it, or sew or build or sculpt or carve it, depending which art form you're happiest with? Then carry it around - in your pocket if it'll fit - for sharing. It'll probably be as good a pick-me-up - for you and others - as a cup of coffee (and much healthier!).