The warm summer sun is now waning quite fast
There's a change in the air and a sense of the past
The chill of the morning transforming the night
brings the feeling of Autumn to conjure the light
I like to be sheepy and think of the flock
Of hills over-wandered and good woolly stock
Of times when we felt ourselves happy and free
in the fields of remembering a you and a me.
2 comments:
What a melancholy little poem, Monsieur M. Maybe summer has just been postponed till September this year. Still, good to see the Baard is back.
Hey, Andy B
Good to hear from you. Yes, I am perhaps a little melancholy. It's the time of the year, I think: mists and mellow fruitfulness et al........
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