| Summers Finale' | |
How I love the early autumn, when the leaves are beginning to turn,
And the air is pleasantly cool, nature yawns, and prepares to sleep.
yet September's sun brings memories of summer's joy.
Thoughts of glorious, shoreline walks with you.
The waves lapping at our feet and the cooling shoreward breeze,
Are all that pricks our consciousness, we are alone on this crowded shore.
How I love the early autumn, the trees bedecked with leaves of gilt.
Nature's final fanfare, before winter's mourning, brings thoughts of summer lost.
Yet Natures colours bring memories of summer's joy.
Thoughts of beautiful Wooded walks with you.
Shaded from heavens gaze, dappled with shafts of golden light
Yet despite nature's majesty, we are alone, we are in love.