The skies have been overcast,lately. Draining the flowers of colour, Bringing Autumn varieties adjacent To August stock.There is a tiredness In the stormy winds, a dusting of dry leaf. We bring water in cans to restore The last of this Summer's glory. And hope for just a few more days When one can bask in the blueness In ignorance of Winter's call; With the months of indoors When perfumed air is gone. The dampness in spider's dew Replacing our Summer song .