Summer has departed,

Locked its doors

And left.

Azure skies are a thing of the past,

Rest is needed.

Autumn takes control,

A time of red, and gold.

Rodents need to build their nests,

And keep food,

Before the winter takes her hold.

So, now, when I think of you,

I think of spring,

When the birds sing,

And wish,

That we could kiss.

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Owain Glyn