It felt cold last night as autumn returned
Like some unloved relative come to stay
But there’s something that I’ve gradually learned
And that is that when summer goes away
It’s no longer the death of seaside spray
Of ice cream cones, blue skies, glamorous nights
Though evening light far sooner fades to grey
The other things aren’t lost or out of sight
There’s more blue sky in winter; low sunlight
Blinding the driver as a bend is turned
October’s the month for a holiday
Not costly, cloudy August, when your flight
And room are double. Schoolkids are concerned
At school’s return, true, but not you or I
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