In honour of the season, I have reproduced below my poem, Autumn, which can be found in my collection Light and Shade https://www.amazon.co.uk/Light-Shade-serious-not-poems-ebook/dp/B08B4X3GVX. Autumn is an acrostic. You can find out about acrostics here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acrostic.
August has long since ceased to be.
Upon the forest floor,
The oak and chestnut has shed its store,
Unceremoniously, of conker and acorn.
Mulch for the lawn,
Now leaves feed the ground.