Heat of the noon

a poem by Mark Wayne Gittings, UK

The bare trees, the leaves have left
On a cold and Autumns day
Summer has been left behind
Such a shame I must have to say

I miss the heat of the noon
Of a summer that was good
Gloomy days are yet to come
If I could go back I would

But I suppose the festive season is near
And it's a special time of year
For peace and joy is what we need
Erasing worries and fears

So the autumn leaves are swept away
And the bells will be ringing soon
I ponder about the summer gone by
I so miss the heat of the noon

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