Where is our long, hot summer
The one that was promised
That hope of baking, dusty days
Eyes shaded from the all enveloping glare days
Panting, resting, basking in the comforting warmth days
We had a few brief days
That passed so quickly
Ending almost before they had begun
Tempting, promising hours
That were snatched away too soon
And now we are left with wet days
With windy, squally and blustery days
With heavy shower days
Skies so full of grey and black days
Headlights on and wiper days
Perhaps all is not lost
Perhaps there is still time
Maybe tomorrow or next week
Before the mellow fruits of autumn days
We will have those blue and clear days
BurtleBard
15th July 2009
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