GOODBYE SUMMER
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
The colours are fading all into one
The birds have stopped singing their summer song
The ochre sun has tears coming down
The people’s faces are mirroring a frown
The blossom on the branches have turned into sticks
Away for another year are the baskets which held picnics
Bear arms we now cover
Until next summer
So, now we face Autumn
Where our gardens suffer, from boredom
All the leaves have fallen
Grey skies meet with the earthy carpet
Through frosted windows
Signs of flames of scarlet
Flickering ambers keeping people warm
Tightly closed up houses
Secure from the storms
So, until next year
When our yolky friend will again appear
Keep warm
In evenings so, inky
And dawns
So, icy
© Fiona Cummings
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