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

coming.

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