Where few trees or woodland forests exist.
Autumn colours are subtle and easily missed.
There are none of the severe frosts
that bring about the wonderful reds and orange shades.
Here the greens turn yellow or conker brown then fade
until one day, after a storm, they’ve gone.
But the jewel-like berries in the Cornish hedges,
Ubiquitous golden gorse,
of Field Maples
and Beech trees.
Russet browns of bracken,
burnished bronze in a low lying sun
and a shaft of bright lime
of a newly formed fern
turn your head
and catch your eye.
In October and November
when the cloud envelops the downs,
(which are really ups),
there is no colour at all,
just washed out greys
and hidden hills.
The sound of dripping rain
and calling geese.
But when the sun shines,
the sky is a clear cobalt blue,
the sea a shimmering silver
and sunsets a spectacular sight
on the horizon.
And you know that you are one of the lucky ones
To call this place Home.