A Walk
(At summer's end)
Last rays of summer
Waters rippled in first autumn
Gales of laughter drift
From across the park.
As barks carry on the wind
And leaves reluctant fall
Ahead of their time.
The hedgerows crowd
The canal tow path
In narrowed greens.
And brambles snag
And tug and snare,
Bearing their first fruits,
A blackberry way.
The clouds lament
The rush towards summer's end,
Racing their reflections
In the swan disturbed waters.
And the sun rises,
Apologetic for its lack of warmth.
It'll return, it whispers,
It'll return.
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How can it be we are into the last 10 days of August already? Summer past. In a flash.
As the sun tries its best, the autumn winds gather, ready to welcome autumn.
