The first frost
A crystal shine on
The blazing gold
Of the sunlit moor
Blue is in the heavens
And the music of small birds
I'm noticing the lovely trees
The bent old hawthorn
Crouching by the wall
My moorland oak
Her leaves now chocolate brown
The slender birches
Silver light
And slight, their fragile branches
Reaching out and swaying
In the gentle rippling
Of an autumn breeze
#CoSopoetry