“Autumn Chemistry” by Kate O’Neil

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I don’t want an explanation for
the colour of the trees;
why in Autumn all the leaves
turn brown and red,
but I want to watch them riding on the breeze.

Whether molecules, or hormones or
subtle sleight of light,
I’m indifferent to the cause
of Autumn’s hues,
but trees in Autumn are a lovely sight.

I’ve looked up all the science but
it simply leaves me cold,
while the colours of the Autumn
are so warm.
They blanket Earth in yellow, red and gold.

“Autumn Rainbows” by Celia Berrell

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As days grow cooler,

deciduous trees

change their colours

then lose their leaves.

 

Before they fall,

green chlorophyll’s

no longer made

in autumn’s chill.

 

So we can see

those leaves unclad,

revealing what

they’ve always had.

 

Rich-red raincoats

misty-glossed,

pumpkin patchwork

veins criss-crossed,

 

flapping honey

leather soles,

and dying, dowdy

paper scrolls.

 

This autumn rainbow’s

red – gold – brown.

Confetti falling

all around.

http://www.livescience.com/16508-fall-leaves-rainbow-gallery.html

“Sunflowers” by Stephanie Boase

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Two little seeds

In one big pot.

I tend your needs,

And water at lot.

 

I wait and watch.

I’m happy to spy

Two little shoots

Emerge, by and by

 

A leaf or two,

And now there’s three!

It doesn’t take long

Before you’re up to my knee.

 

Standing up tall

You reach for the sun.

Large leaves spreading,

Two grow together as one.

 

Like twins you stand

Now past my waist.

You look so grand,

As you grow with haste.

 

Buds are forming,

I’m excited to see!

I wonder how big

Your faces will be.

 

“The Lazy Frog” by Monty Edwards

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I’m a green frog, serene frog,

A seldom ever seen frog,

Lolling on a lily pad and lazing in the shade.

For you see, I’ve found the knack

Of lying comfy on my back

And although you’ll think me slack,

I’ve got it made!

 

All is sweet now, complete now,

It’s time to rest my feet now,

Loving life on lily pads without a single care.

Ripples massage as I lie,

Looking blankly at the sky.

Who’s as lucky as am I

Found anywhere?

 

Something’s shifting! Oh, I’m drifting!

Now my lily pad is lifting!

It’s a duck that thinks I’m something nice to eat!

There’s no time to count to five,

I must leave and take a dive,

Since I’d like to stay alive

Complete with feet.