Summer pours thinly into autumn
the last wine dribbling from a bottle
daylight and temperature are less generous.
Winter rehearses. Melancholy descends.
unwanted offspring of the runaway continent
abandoned to empty latitudes
rescued by trigonometry and ancient navigators
subtending midday sun to liquid horizon.
Water and sun
combine to form
most favoured season
the season of youth, default or reclaimed
of bare legs
of tanned arms
of bold mid riffs
of poised hope.
Scenes of the heart backdropped by summer – always
blue and warm. Forever.
The planet pays no mind
orbiting into chill
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