This was written towards the tail end of August this year, obviously before I knew about imminent changes.
Warmth still…In the weather and in my heart
But the nights draw in…even mornings start later
Is this it? Another Summer gone? A last belated burst of colour
This last holiday weekend ahead..A time to think to reminisce
To dream of those early summer days..Glorious outpourings of love
And changes in my life.. And yet now
The late summer blooms in the garden. Filling my heart with joy.
Yet sadness also for I know they will all too soon be gone
The coming nights will be cold and long
This past year has heralded so much change. So much loss.
So much gain..A year of such feeling..yet so much pain
Loved ones…Passed away and walked away.
Yet a new beginning? Yes I suppose
And the last of my summer is this weekend
Oh yes…We will still have good weather..Autumnal though
Indian summer perhaps but it’s still downhill to winters cold mists
Rolling in across fields of damp grass and shedding trees
The smell of burning leaves on bonfires and mornings cold damp dew
Muddy walks through muddy bare fields with mist for breath.
No more swallows or martens…All flown away
And why do I stay?
What do I see in this last summer weekend?
Perhaps renaissance..Perhaps new life from old
And this last remnant of summer..this last coming weekend
I will think…Of my life..Of new friends
Of creativity starting anew
Matt’s new tale..Transcending his old
And knowing his thoughts…yeah he’d relish the cold
Pull up his collar. Home to a scotch. Light up again.
“You have to. he grins…It all keeps me sane.”
Helps to keep playing life’s wicked game.
And so this past year..What have I done
Felt so much loss…But felt so much love
As never before..
And yeah summers last call
Make some decisions
For any friends on here…just a song I find myself listening to a lot lately. Dunno why. Just reminds me.