Summer will rise again

(Two short poems from my recently released book 'the end of summer' (
Summer will come again 
and the rain will stop spraying 
the air like spilled pepper. 
Leaves will stop crunching on the floor 
and sleet will stop reducing 
your shoes to tears. 
The wind still stop slamming 
shut your back door 
and poppies will stop dancing 
in the wind. 
The mood will soften before 
totally changing 
and the blood in the sky 
will change to a different texture, 
Stripping away 
the mistakes of the past. 
There is no summer left 
like a seaside shop on reduced hours 
with one eye on the horizon. 
No more summer 
with the heavens thumping themselves 
together trying to wake the sun up. 
No more summer 
and no more blue whispers in the sky 
wanting to keep on dancing. 
No more summer 
pressed up to your nose 
whispering I love you in your ears, 
Or a gate which had been 
swinging open 
which now shatters like glass.  

🌷 (2)

◄ The End of Summer book new released

The Ghost of Dukinfield Cemetery ►


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