Summer's End

Summer's End

by Morag Thomson

morag-t@ntlworld.com

At first, there was a slow reluctance

To abandon the long, warm days.

Butterflies still clung to blooms,

Sipping the last of summer's sweetness

And morning mist blanketed the earth.

Now, the first frosts hug the ground

And blackened flowers hang their dismal heads

The robin's silvery song

Pierces the stealing coolness of the afternoon

Heralding an end of the three dimensional day.

But soon, trees will burn defiantly

With flaming leaves of gold and red

Blazing up in a last burst of life

Till they too flutter and die

And early darkness seeps in.

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