The final day of August
Brings Autumn’s coming chill.
Perhaps this is the last
Of Summer’s new-mown grass.
The eternal breeze
Rustles the leaves
And my once brown hair.
The final day of August
Brings Autumn’s coming chill.
Perhaps this is the last
Of Summer’s new-mown grass.
The eternal breeze
Rustles the leaves
And my once brown hair.
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Many thanks for sharing this poem of mine, Michael. Kevin
Thank you as well, Kevin! Always a great pleasure to read, and smile about the content. 😉 xx Michael
Lovely, Kevin! Dont remember me on the end of summer. Horrible thought of the cold winter are entering my brain. 😉 xx Michael
I’m pleased you like this poem of mine, Michael. You never know, perhaps it will be a mild winter. In point of fact, I do relish the variety of the seasons. It would become tedious where it to be forever summer. Kevin
I agree, Kevin! Twelve months of summer would be also horrible. But here, the last decades we had 10 months like autumn. The region is called “Bavarian Siberia”. Have a nice evening! xx Michael
That is interesting that you call it Bavarian Siberia! I have always wanted to visit Germany, and hope to do so one day. I find it interesting that in Bavaria you have the Christian Social Union while, in the rest of Germany it is the Christian Democratic Union. I guess that this is due to the distinctive identity of the Bavarian region. Kevin
Thoughts of autumn, yes. But I agree with Michael. 12 months of summer would be boring. But it would have been nice to hace had a couple of summer months this year?
I do like all of the UK’s seasons Vivienne, including Summer. However I am not a fan of extreme heat. So I agree it would have been nice to have experienced mor of a Summer, but not one with temperatures in the high 20’s or even more extreme highs. Thanks for commenting. Best wishes. Kevin