NOW SUMMERS GONE

[Maureen K Clifford]

NOW SUMMERS GONE

Summers gone, winter approaches,
mornings now are cold and crisp.
Dew lies heavy on the grass
and sun comes late. Merely a whisp
of mist still lingers
trapped in hillside valleys deep
hidden from wan sunlight fingers.
Summers gone.

Maureen Clifford © 05/13

[Neville Briggs]

So it has. That's a good little poem Maureen. Does the job very well.

[Bob Pacey]

Keep up the good work ! You are all doing very well !


Yes Mr Grace


sorry Nev but I was a big fan of Are You Being Served and that sounded like it was straight off the series.





Bob

[Neville Briggs]

Don't worry about Mr Grace or Captain Peacock, Bob, have a good look at Maureen's little poem here, it is a gem. That's what you can achieve if you practice Haikus. I think

[Maureen K Clifford]

You are too kind - thank you Neville

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you Robere - I will carry on

[alongtimegone]

I enjoyed the poem Maureen but I'm a shorts and shirter, ( careful how you read that - it's 'rt') so roll on next summer.
Wazza

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thanks Wazza - I'm a bit autumnal myself