Not quite turning

by Jem Croucher
There's promise in the Western sky
this morning here I think
for as the sun begins to rise
he's tipped me here a wink

No letting go to cooler times
not yet and not today
as we cling on to summer
though the Fall's not far away

I say that as there's fragrance
yet subtle but still there
of woodsmoke and the turning
of the season in the air

©Jemverse

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