The Sound Of Autumn

Along the cold, slimy grass I hear the swooshing of my bare feet sliding.
"Chirp tweet, " the birds are cheerful under the wind blown tree.
Running across the playground the fallen leaves crinkling and crumbling like pieces of paper.
On the uneven, grey path I can hear the " boom snap eek" of the preschool children playing.
I feel the pointy conkers crunching  as I skip through the playground.
I see the squishy dew resting on top of the soggy green grass.
I like seeing, hearing and feeling Autumn.