It's glorious this evening,
the sun it's descending slowly.
The trees are adorned with autumnal jewels,
with just a hint of almost emerald green.

I hear an eerie hover dangling in the sky,
the hover that of a distant plane,
leaving just,a silver glint,
a vapour hint, of snail trail,
dashing the sky for a moment or two.

When the rain and the wind,
came roaring in once more,
I believed that summer left,
I thought the sun was utterly beat.
It's sweet today,
the sun glowed,
It was warm,
Still it's nearly September,
What more can I expect?
The brambles bear the blackberries,
Fancy crumble anyone?
lovely hot custard to boot.
(C) Livvi