Clouds scuttling across an Autumn sky
Chased by cool winds with icy tongues
Birds rise and soar up high
The winds pause, to fill their lungs
Trees shed leaves and sadly shiver
“We hate winter” they seem to say
The squirrels noses start to quiver
Time for sleep, till’ Spring anyway
And the waters, cold and blue
Reflect the clouds' coldness too
And lovers part – for life is cold
Because summer’s love has now grown old
1968 – Wriiten at the end of a love affair
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