12/09/2025
Its here again
Summer is closing down,
Shutting up shop.
I already mourne it's demise.
I fear the darkness that autumn brings.
The skies, now watery,
The sun shines but it's intensity is dulled.
No longer do the Swifts flit above the roof tops.
The Blackbirds sweet song now a distant memory.
Autumn is getting hold.
I love the colours autumn brings,
Initially a spectacle.
Vibrant, varied and warming.
A carpet of many colours.
The hues, soon die, leaving a dense splatter of gloom.
nights draw in, the fire is lit,
Light only comes from the lamp on the sideboard.
A subdued false light, It reflects my mood.
Sullen, down in the heart ❤️
Autumn is on my doorstep,
Summer has pulled down it's shutters
I mourne the loss of summer.
