It isn’t really autumn today, but you’ll know when it gets here.
You’ll know because the blushing berries will reveal their crimson hearts.
You’ll know because the flowers which bloomed with an old master’s oil-paint madness will turn to watercolour and then seep quietly away.
You’ll know by the dusty shadows summer has left in its wake.
You’ll know when the berries burst, black and glossy as pianos.
You’ll know when the frost withers the bouquet……
…. and the old ladies don their scarves and hats.
There will be signs everywhere that the season has turned and left your summer self behind.
Yet nothing will tell you that autumn has arrived quite as succinctly as this.
(All photos taken on my walk in Norwich on Sunday 19th September 2021. I sheduled an hour and was out for two.)