All grey, the autumn sky over
Yellowing-green leaves on branches
Stripping slowly. Starlings whirl
And settle, chattering. Dusk waits.
Silence in the street. The light
Now there’s a nice short poem. OK, kids – now the first question. When do you think this poem was written – what time of year? WELL DONE! Now any idea what part of the world?
OK, just like the poem, or not.