Cooler air signals summers ending

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Sun wanly shines, warmth pretend,

cooler air signals summers end,

this dying season I befriend.

 

Leaves turn tan, downward fall,

swallows follow the warmer call,

wasps get spiteful: stings for all.

 

A stand of trees curate a church

crows caw call from their lofty perch,

I cycle for my blackberry search.

 

On Sunday mornings, quiet lanes,

my fingers show some sticky stains,

a box fills with my foraged gains.

 

Crab apples and conkers wheel-mangled,

bramble barbs with my jumper tangled,

woollen haloes evolve after wrangles.

 

Autumn arrives, summer waves goodbye,

much greyer now that once-blue sky:

  • welcome blackberry and apple pie!

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