The end of another summer.
Hot days long as dreams
when every dream seemed possible.
Now a sudden cold fills the air
and dreams shrink with the days.
The mid-autumn sun shines warm.
Little red berry jewels
accessorize the dull green leaves.
In the air a stillness –
a pause in the transition
from summer to winter.
Another November to remember.
Night grows bolder by the day,
day becomes more changeable.
This morning’s grey gave way
briefly to brilliant blue.
Then clouds returned to look down
on an explosion of yellow leaves
that carpet the ground.
Branches now thin and bare
look like spent sparklers
waving in the air.
I was born in Croydon, England but grew up in Barbados. When I was 17 we returned to London. The fast pace of life was exciting, the shops fabulous but the cold - not so good. Although I do not like the cold and never will, I did like the changing seasons. In summer I love the long evenings but in winter I love the long nights. Spring means 'goodbye cold', and the colours of autumn are inspiring. I like reading, writing poetry, cats, baking cakes and F1 - not necessarily in that order. I have published three volumes of poetry. My second book ENCOUNTER is No. 1 on Amazon Kindle.