Late August

Morning coffee

autumn light


swallows flown,

& a chill touches


skin so brown

from summer sun.


Yellow berries hang;

it seems to me


my lemon tree grew

too green


this English summer.


I’m waiting for the

first leaf fall


poised on cliff

of pearl grey dawn


where the sea surfs

beneath my feet


& winter’s


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