Seasoning

shivering, a shrug crawls slowly

across my shoulders, settling

heavy like a woollen shawl,

I’m watching leaves

on the cherry bristle

with autumnal apprehension

in a stiffening breeze,

already seasonal amnesia

has numbed my memory,

blanked by thin persistent rain,

today I can’t remember the warmth

of those blistering days of

perfect dawn to dusk heat sunshine,

fickle as fickle is, selfishly

we crave that we have already quenched,

Summer used up for yet another year

Published by grahamrsherwood