At The End Of Summer Poem by Phil Soar

At The End Of Summer



Wrapped in autumns colours at the end of summers glow
I watch the bees and butterflies, flying to and fro
Searching for the nectar that is part of every day
Helping them to journey from each flower on their way

There's nothing like an afternoon with nothing else to do
But sit and watch the day go by, and compliment the view
And after the activity, and as the night draws in
It's good to see that nature helps me smile and makes me grin

Monday, October 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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