Highbury Flowers Poem by C Richard Miles

Festoons of flowers adorn the lampposts near Highbury,
A summer memory still fresh for some more weeks
Until the autumn speaks its uncouth chilling words
And calls the shivering birds away to flee to a warmer land;
Then we will understand that summer’s short-term lease
Is truly terminated so easily for yet another year
And soon the fear of frost will stalk, by stealth, our land
As, sneaky and underhand, wild winter waits in the wings
For not until the softening spring will we again behold
The blues and reds and golds that clothe these streets of ours.