Golden sun through copper leaves
Short-sleeved shoppers in the streets
Strolling tourists eating frites.
Topsy-turvy weather hereabout
It's an Indian summer – I've no doubt.
So warm, my jacket stays undone
Not a breath of wind just warming sun!
It's weird and wonderful today
No wafting of rain clouds my way
It cannot last but while it does
It gives dear Belgium such a buzz!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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