Summer seemed over
gales, wind and rain here to stay -
until this almost-September
morning rolled in golden and bird-filled -
early thrushes catching their worms
gleam of turning blackberries
making way for blue bloom of sloes
blue sky scoured of clouds touching
blue sea and scattered white wings
of little boats, sailing again suddenly
on the waveless water and so much dew
on the grass, bathing my feet
heavy dew, drenching the grass
baptising my end of summer feet.
29th August 2010
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