All this talk of autumn and search for changing leaves sent back to my archives and a little over a year ago when I wrote a short poem about all of this. It hasn’t been that cold yet this year, but we’ve definitely put summer behind us. For whatever reason, perhaps inspired by Margaret or perhaps just looking for an excuse to use a microphone that usually just sits there gathering dust, I recorded my poem. I don’t know yet if that was a good idea, but if for some reason you’re desperate to know what I sound like (and don’t already), now is your chance.