October

The Leaves on the trees are falling down,
while those that remain are orangey brown,
The mornings are foggy,
The days are short,
Kids collect conkers of every sort.

The Swallows are going,
To Africa they Fly,
At this time of year the sun gets all shy

When Pumpkins Have faces,
And bonfires get lit,
I don't miss the Summer one little bit.

The mornings are darker,
And quite often wet!
Winter is coming!
But not just yet...