Tomorrow we return to school, and routine, and driving every day.
There will be lunches to be made and shoes to be found.
And as the weeks progress there'll be coats and wooly jumpers,
and in the evening we'll light the fire and 'baton down the hatches'.
So last night we gathered our friends together,
and we lit a fire,
and celebrated the Summer's end.
In a little pocket of sun
amidst the cooling mist and rain.
And though there will no doubt be days when the Autumn forgets itself,
and gives us a day at the beach
or a warm wind in the morning,
we know this next fragment of path is the one that is scattered
with swirling leaves, and groans with sneaky winds.
And 'the door of winter stands ajar...'