Early in the misty morning I took my secateurs and went down the back lane to get red leaves.
Out the back, round the corner and under the gum tree with huge clusters of gumnuts,
past the corrugated iron fence that hides two laden apple
right down to the end of the lane,
where the persimmon is fruiting,
and some trees are already almost bare,
to the red grape vine where I picked some overhanging stems of red, pink and maroon leaves