Friday, 8 January 2016

Where Did Summer Go?



I looked up, and it was autumn

where golden hues were cosseted

by warm September light

and the willows stopped being so prolific,

turning their leaves from the coming North.

Soon it will be winter

with its shades of white on roof and hearth

courted only for the relief

of a well padded spring.

I looked away for only a moment

still relishing the spring

the mind's fingers playing over photographs

where sullen rain turned to bubbling springs

and the songbirds called in the evening.


© Rachel Green 2016

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