You
Are no summer
As climate is warmer
Or stinging glummer
You
Are neither spring
Of lovely flowers
blooming
And hay fever budding
You
Aren’t winter
Of white dull weather
Or pricking cold splinter
You
are the autumn
of grey landscape boredom
the chilly wind’s gruesom
the weary pace glum
you
are the autumn in my
heart
colourful foliage sweetheart
short lived, weathered then depart
destroying my rampart.
