One for the first day
now of September
but it's still summer here
something to remember
One day past an
August now gone
and though it's still summer
it won't be that long
Til autumn's upon us
with the brown and the gold
and a last breath of warmth
before onset of cold
But let's not now on
the coming days dwell
for we've plenty more summer
to come you can tell
So here with these lines
and September, day one
we raise our heads skyward
to embrace the sun
I have a mind’s eye picture
of autumn here to find
which I’d like to share with you
and hope that you don’t mind
For though it’s one of fading
from a summer that’s now passed
it’s also one of hope
which I know is set to last
Yes the winter it is coming
and it will be long and cold
but to the autumn’s promise
throughout that I can hold
For I’ve entered an agreement
binding, absolute and strong
of a new hope come the Springtime
when I’ll sing that seasons song
And though the darkness now appears
earlier each day
it’s good to see the summer lights
still twinkle here I’d say
For even though it’s cooler now
they speak of pleasure past
and keeps the memory intact
ensuring it will last
To the woods in the rain
To sit by the fire
And warm up my hands in the dry
The sound of the drops
As it hammered down lots
And the summer hurried on by
To the woods in the rain
As autumn came fast
And the air turned cooler and grey
But the flames took a hold
To keep out the cold
And lifted my spirits to play
To the woods in the rain
With woodsmoke around
Providing a fragrance sublime
And we all drank it up
As it re-filled our cup
To savour just like a good wine
Pale-white shrinking golden glow
hovers over water slow
and morning waking slumber stays
as it peers slowly from the haze
Whimsy holds removed I see
a world at distance wistfully
as summer fades to distant glow
and cooler days I soon will know
A curtain call as evening falls
and summer into winter calls
Yet tangible with treasure hold
the Autumn swan-song bathed in gold
Momentum carries me forward
into the heat of the day
for a warmth that summer belongs to
with feeling mere words cannot say
It’s the season I always long for
Its comfort a tangible thing
Its presence to hold and cling onto
for a smile and a reason to sing
Winter’s grey-cast clouds have passed
and Summer’s child is here
to bring us hope and merriment
and fill our hearts with cheer
This child is full of freedom
speaking freshly of the truth
which every year around this time
gives nature’s hand its youth
Summer’s child will not stay long
but with a flair and fling
as seasons through the years have sung
for Summer’s child is Spring
Yes, there’s beauty in winter
I’ll give you that
But, no brainer given the choice
As between both of these
Quite opposed to the freeze
it’s the summer in which I rejoice
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
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