The summer is going, maybe even gone
Dark nights slowly creeping in
And no clocks changed yet
Should we cry or just reach for the gin
Are we already recalling memories
Of summer days in June and July
Long evenings with Pimm’s in the garden
But now all we see is a leaden sky
But we have faith and resilience
Autumn winds will blow, winter snow will fall
We will shoulder on, wrapped up in gloves and scarves
Knowing, hoping, summer will return and again we can have a ball.
(Fingers crossed)