Summer’s End

As summer winds unfurl with the mist, Engulfing the warmth, the shadows sulk; Yet they play, the dew-covered grasses With lingering touches of night— Emboldened to fade by the golden sun, Innocence fumbles with what remains; For here we embrace their timorous pulses, The sighing trees crafted from glaze, No grasp for the chill yet dressed by the hour, A moment caught before it begins to flee, So while the soft earth hums with the breath, Breathe deep, sustain; every moment follows on.

• Sidney Keyes