
Beside narrow paths
Blackberries turning colour
Ready to make pie

Beside narrow paths
Blackberries turning colour
Ready to make pie

Momentary lapse
I didn’t see it coming
Autumn has arrived

School holidays end
Bringing misty, damp mornings
Ready for autumn

A whispered refrain
Mournful on summer mornings
Wind through the reed beds

It isn’t the sun
Or even the sea and sand
You make my summer