Sunday, 6 September 2009

London Diary: Summer's last stand

It filters through the leaves

It colours the skies

You can see it reflect in the robin's eye

As the great tit contemplates the days gone by

The grass sings it isn't time, as yet, for goodbye

It is still summer: it's summers last stand with its head held high.


Ainara said...

thanks for sharing

Anvita Lakhera said...

Thanks Ainara.