A realisation of Autumn – and a question…

That lady had brown eyes; the shop assistant.
She smiled and rustled the bag with a glint.

I went on my way,a hand in my pocket,
as I crossed the road,and dragged my feet.

My watch says I should leave; its red second hand.
A breeze on my face as my hands turn too cold.

Imagine my luck,the path is now littered,
in cases so small, right below my feet.

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Then all at once I see;that brown again.
Different to before though no less stirring.

Then now it begins, wholesome excitement,
as my hat is conquered, in October wind.

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As I look at the conkers…

“Cool, great” I think.
“Yes, I’ve got it…. that’s what I’ll write about”

My phone barely has time to blink.
Literally tickled as I move my palm across it.

When in an instant…

Flash… Flash… Flash…
and the conkers are remembered forever.

Stirring questions in my mind,
like a big vat is stirred at a factory.

if I may be so bold as to think,
“what a strange word”.
And why is it so called?


Is it because it…

Conkers the paths?
Conkers this season?
Conkers the imaginations of kids in the yard?

Conkers my thoughts?

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Or perhaps, my friend, yours.
After just having perhaps partaken, in this little adventure.

By A

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