Bring The Autumn On Poem by Paul Reed

Sultry days of Summer, washed-up and worn out,
Crawling heat invading the shady hideout,
Bring the Autumn on;

No longer appealing the drone and the sprawl,
The bleached-out beach, the marching band's call
Bring the Autumn on;

Humid and languid we lie prone in pools,
Slurping cold drinks as the ice cream drools,
Bring the Autumn on;

Brittle the leaf, once greened and flush,
Strident voices reduced to a hush,
Bring the Autumn on;

Sweated, we turn under sheets cloying,
Exhausted the hedgerows once overjoying,
Bring the Autumn on;

Bring fresh breezes and berries bright red,
Bring purple thistles with crowns on their head,
Bring the Autumn on!