Summer

The summer breeze has turned to autumn rain Yet August has yet to close its door Summer has so far failed to mature And the spring rains have not tired The air is damp with the smell of mown grass Its fragrance hangs in suspension And the day is filled with passing clouds Heavily pregnant they empty their contents Unripe blackberry's glisten in the rain Poking their heads through the hedgerow As they wait for September's harvest Field mice and blackbirds wait in anticipation Only the ducks and other water birds happily play As rain gently falls round about them As the remnants of a lost summer dampen spirits And rain relentlessly falls without reprieve