My old friend…

I love the long, warm days of summer.
The extra sunshine that makes more of my day.

I moan when the season starts to change.
When I wake up cold and pull on an extra cover.

At the same time knowing I love the change.
Love the melancholic drifting of wood smoke.

Love the beautiful colours against crisp sunlight.
The kicking of leaves on a long, rambling walk.

Hot drinks and cosy nights start to draw in.
This season is the one that heralds it’s arrival.

That shouts with fiery glory that it’s here.
Yes, I like the summer warmth for sure.

But I think I love Autumn maybe even more.
Welcome once again my old, beautiful friend