The End of Summer III
After Summer,
Autumn is always brushed
Under the carpet
Like a half-baked afterthought
Before the winter arrives
With its blanket
Of snow rolled blues.
At the beginning of Autumn
There is a hesitation
In the breeze
Before the clouds
Darken the sky
And poison us slowly
With mustard gas.
There is a sadness
In the half c...
Sunday 25th September 2011 10:36 am
The End of Summer (II)
it wasn’t just the soft,
cold perfume
of the breeze.
the change in weather
nor Swallows
which had gone East
instead of south.
built itself up
as it normally did
but fell unexpected
from the skies
choking summer
until it fizzled away.
without reas...
Friday 9th September 2011 10:49 am
The End of Summer (I)
Thursday 25th August 2011 11:39 pm
Summer is Here
quickly gone grey
and it looks like
it could burst into
a heavy rain storm
at any given moment.
Summer is here.
The wind is sneaking
through your coat
like knives
and the birds have
already gone back
down south.
Summer is here.
Umbrellas are lined up
blown inside out
like the great wa...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 11:09 pm
Summer of Love
a flashback
sun splattering us in technicolour,
stained with light
cheekbones aching,
currents thrumming
migraine hue at the edges
hearts beat faster
minds and eyes pinpoint
to infinite acuity
heads swell with
chests strain from
and laugh
Steps slapping
rhyming
heads back and
smiling.
Tuesday 29th March 2011 1:13 pm
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