Missed the mellow fruitfulness

I feel like a schoolchild having to write the obligatory "Autumn" essay/poem. But here's my autumnal blip.

"Autumn"
By Nick Mog form 7B
Falling leaves scrunch underfoot like a crunchy carpet
The hedgehog prepares to hibernate
The leaves are like a cloak of brown and scarlet
And bonfire-collecting children can stay up late.