Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 30
Your ending they are always so swift to call,

one school goes back and it's officially Fall,

pumpkin pie quick to to the oven,

a thousand witches beckon their coven.

Be slow:

they'll be more sunny hurrahs, more bright highs,

it's not gone until it's gone this summer in the sky.

And it never leaves without saying goodbye.
Simon Soane
Written by
Simon Soane  Manchester
(Manchester)   
103
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems