Crunching under my feet,
I see conkers nestled in the grass,
Old oaks have shed their acorns
for the nucivorous to store.
Squelching under my feet,
I see mud, clotted and gloopy
Puddles have overflowed
for the birds to bathe.
Crackling under my feet,
I see twigs and branches buried,
Crimson leaves have fallen
for me to love and play.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:48 AM UTC
Crunching under my feet,
I see conkers nestled in the grass,
Old oaks have shed their acorns
for the nucivorous to store.
Squelching under my feet,
I see mud, clotted and gloopy
Puddles have overflowed
for the birds to bathe.
Crackling under my feet,
I see twigs and branches buried,
Crimson leaves have fallen
for me to love and play.
