Autumnal hymnal

It's autumn! And today we travelled to Kyneton and, while waiting for the train back, we went for a toddle around the gardens where I picked up some oak leaves and began writing poetry on the back of them. This, observed the Baron, was one of the most hipster things I have ever done.

MORBID THOUGHTS OF AN AUTUMN OAK LEAF

I once was green

But now I'm brown. 

I loved the tree - 

It let me down.