The summer sun was drawing in
Casting shadows and patterns upon the land.
Reflecting and dancing along streams and rivers
As it bounced under bridges and into a distant land.
As the swifts got ready to leave echoes of their song
Hung in the air along the banks of the Severn.
Blackberry bushes laden with their fruits ripe for picking
Enticed the walkers to taste of their wares.
Summer turned into autumn as the nights drew in
Cosy nights by the fire beckoned once more.
In the blink of an eye time moved on
Marching to the beat of its own delight.
Copyright Revdjo 1/9/2021
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