Apple

An apple,

too early, 

rolling down, 

before me, 

along summer’s

lane, 

to where 

do you race 

dear summer?

where lies July 

now forgotten, 

through 

this darkened

window pane?

For all 

is forgiven, 

the heat, 

the sun

the hard 

baked summer 

and earth, 

so do, please, 

come back 

and whisper, again

through the trees

and lift 

the moon 

heavenwards

the swallows higher

once again

each 

of nature’s music

loud and colourful 

once more

in natures beauty 

to be heard

For the hour 

is now August 

earlier, 

colder 

the nights 

have become

drawing 

the early evenings 

to a hush 

of dusk 

and closed, 

the first 

of spiders

across the garden

woven

autumn nets

have begun

But above, 

in clearer, 

brighter 

still-summer

stars

wishing forever

was less than  just 

a thought away,

I can dream

once again

of tomorrow 

another turn,

of a pale blue earth

another turn 

towards the coming

of day

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