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
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2019
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