Bus Stop Equinox

Has Summer gone? Oh God, she was divine Those crazy kisses, that incessant heat Last seen by The Red Lion on the street And off to Swindon on the 49 - Another bus is coming, so it’s fine That Autumn makes an old heart skip a beat Her hazy colours, and her scents as sweet As blackberries that tumble from the vine We stand here by the bus stop, and the breeze Blows chillier than yesterday - we wait She won’t be long, although she’s sometimes late (Devizes traffic, everyone agrees) Less leaves than yesterday - we watch them fall She has to come from Trowbridge, after all © Gail Foster 21st September 2019