S lowly, imperceptibly, long summer days start to die,
E vening comes down, like a smile to a frown, softly as a sigh.
P atination turns to grey, suffused with rustic hue,
T ides turn and skies burn a different, steely blue.
E verywhere is hunkering down, now that summer's lost,
M ornings are fresher, following the thresher, now rimed in frost.
B ucolic ease flushes the trees with dazzling autumn shades,
R uminants sleep in byre and barn as daylight softly fades.
I nsular people in city and town find refuge in their mufflers,
S unny smiles and beguiling eyes morphing to sneezers and snufflers.
Copyright © John Jones | Year Posted 2020
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