All change

Fairy clocks count down the slow creep of days,'til Autumn's past and the dark bite of Winter takes a hold    

        

Wild winds have stripped trees bare; laying waste to leaves that lie slowly crisping on    the ground

In search of sheltered spaces, spiders swing from line to peg and creep inside; whilst snails slide up tendrils to nestle in curled leaves and dream 

Slugs  slip-slide over patio slabs in their slow waltz to honour the dwindling sun; leaving delicate trails that glitter in thin sunlight, leading to dark, damp places under patio pots.

In bark strewn beds, berries blush as fungi grow then decay.....

 and people pass, heads bent against rain, oblivious to their fading glory.