Gathering the first fall of conkers


The Great Conker Hunt!

Another year! Another year!
Excitement rises for those

The giant’s gentle green fingers clasp.
for Kinfaun’s spectacular
rival tae Walnut’s grove.

Boxes laden. Hands held,
feet skip,
purposefully collecting
for some mental feat or other.

Shiny inside pumpkins!



If only I could soar like an eagle
to see the world as I cannot.

I am a magpie in black and white,
in flight through clouds,
seeking colour.

I am nosy, noisy, restless, bothered by life.
I pick up the pieces.

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