Serotinal By Dawn McLachlan Exhausted by summer we cross the lawns Crisp, the grass beneath our feet And tanned our hands against the spade As turned earth reveals a hidden dark heart Of soft dawn-fallen rain Morning mists cling to the river now Water rolling low and slow in summer’s wake Pulling the skirts of autumn ever closer With the first blush of leaf red hinting At season change in subtle hues By day the air hums with work of the fields And uncounted bales stud golden hills While clouds of gulls rise behind the plough Under skies that ache the soul with their enormity Cresting the rise of the land The long dark creeps ever closer On blackberry tanged crosswinds Mingled with sharpness of bonfire potential But the memory of summer lingers on Through nights as cool as mischief
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