The air is damp, though it is warm
Dew glistens on my neighbour's lawn
The local school resounds with joys
Playground chatter - new term noise.
With roadworks cleared, the endless stream
Of traffic shatters Summer's dream
Shutters open everywhere
The pressure mounts – Autumn is near ...
Rain washes dusty streets of grime
No mushrooms yet – they bide their time
But copper highlights touch the trees
As Summer, spent, falls to her knees …
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
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