The last days of summer
picking berries from the hedge,
and the morning dew
soaking through our shoes;
in the pie we could taste
both warmth and rain,
and imagine the fields
- ever-changing views;
now grass is cut low
it’s easy to walk free
on the smooth or stubble,
first leaves from the gale;
we heard a young man
was lost at sea,
saving some friends
who never learned to sail;
these nights are almost
frosty, but we keep
the heating off, it’s not
long past September!
and we’ve stacked
no wood in the garage
that might become
tomorrow’s cheerful ember;
life will seem more normal
now the kids are back,
chained to their desks
and struggling to spell
talking very fast
about wanting a Wii,
and summer abroad
on holidays from hell;
the village will be
silent through the day
apart from playtime voices
riding the autumn breeze
it will be just
the natural world
- exquisite colours,
before the big freeze.
Note: Wii is an electronic gaming platform
