Autumn
A sea of firecrackers
on spindly fingertips.
The wind sails
through harmonious foundations.
A thunderclap,
a secondment of wings,
embossed leaves fall
like burning fossils.
It’s the hour for nightingales.
Emma Jones is a writer, poet and mum of two toddlers based in Shropshire. She is passionate about the environment. Her work often focuses on nature and grief.