Summer’s gone
by cricketjeff on October 5, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
No mists and mellow fruitfulness but windfalls in the wet
And leaves that fall are marched into a mush
October ends the summer in a season of regret
As workers look for shelter through the rush
The songbirds just a week ago sang hymns toward the sun
And flirted with each other in the trees
Now cower on sheltered branches and forget about the fun
Escaping rain that’s sprinkled in the breeze
The pub is warm and cosy and I’ve bought us each a drink
So snuggle here the rain is far away
You hair is filled with gold-dust and your freckles make me think
Of how you love a sunny Summer day
I can’t feel warm and happy when I’m walking in the rain
But I’m not cold and soaking when I’m in your arms again
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