Summer Poem by David Wood

The summer breeze has turned to autumn rain
Yet August has yet to close its door
Summer has so far failed to mature
And the spring rains have not tired

The air is damp with the smell of mown grass
Its fragrance hangs in suspension
And the day is filled with passing clouds
Heavily pregnant they empty their contents

Unripe blackberry's glisten in the rain
Poking their heads through the hedgerow
As they wait for September's harvest
Field mice and blackbirds wait in anticipation

Only the ducks and other water birds happily play
As rain gently falls round about them
As the remnants of a lost summer dampen spirits
And rain relentlessly falls without reprieve