Swallows gathering
Preparing to leave my life
Summer is over now



autumn comes

summer days are done
(there were not enough of them)
this feels like autumn

Summer afternoon

Warm sun
Gentle breeze
Bare skin
Bees buzz
Birds sing
Leaves rustle
Stream gushes
Smells of summer

In the distance a mower roars
Children squawk and chatter
Tractors pass laden with hay
Fluffy clouds drift overhead

Idyllic summer afternoon it seems
Yet it doesn’t reach me
Doesn’t seep into my soul