A Summer Autmn Day
Vehicle headlights segue through the muggy day as police cars and ambulances hold
sway as though autumn has crept into a summer's day and flora and fauna
do not know what to do until this glorious English summer returns; as though
the Gulf stream and Global warming conspire to forbid the holidays to be as they
should, when schools out dreary clouds come out to play with rain eager to spoile
their fun as wind works hard to hurry them inside cooped up at home on tedious
technology so vacation at home: "what summer?!" holds sway in these islands of
such variety on such small scale as though it was Legoland at play.
Our puritanism still segues as though we deserve to be punished for honeysuckle
heaven and rosy dawns with skies to take your breath away in an ordinary English
garden having cream teas with by bouncy strawberries, better still shy raspberries
in our unusual now usual summers we fervently hope and pray with weather women
and men will continue to beckon brightly outside and not moan our one safe topic of
polite conversation.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2015
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