CONKERS

Through late autumn sun,

Once again clouds appearing.

Shaking conckers from above;

As I shield my eyes,

Red sunlight through leaves insists,

The branches be my raincoat.

So they dance with me,

Falling to the ground,

Catching my shoes as I walk.

ENDLESSLY FALLING

Endlessly falling upwards:

An empty paper bag, dances

On russet leaves.

THE TENDEREST TOUCH

The tenderest touch

Of stinging nettles...

Not so easy to forget!