The grass is still green

the men still fish fish

water flows, serene


The bees are slowing down

and the wind is getting crisp

Winter is going to come around now


I grab hold of these days

because there won’t be much more

time by the water to sit and gaze


Fresh bread and soft cheese

and a warm blanket to hold

as I write for you to read


A lone ship sailing past

on waters long abandoned

the seasons changing too fast


A lonely Autumn has come

and I can only hope and pray

for peace and dreams to come


~~jules sortor