#224 – THE END OF SUMMER

We’ve all been there. The day you return from holiday. You’re pleased to be back – at least for a short while – and it’s great to see your own home again. There’s nothing like sleeping in your own bed! Then you have to face all that washing. And, if you live in the UK, the return to British weather. It was these thoughts that led me to write this poem. I wrote it a month ago on our return from a vacation in France.

BACK

Today I awoke to a grey sky

And the sound of rain falling.

It glistens on the garden path

And hangs from leaves like jewels.

Last night I hung our washing on the line

And now it dangles limp and lifeless.

Tee shirts, towels and bathing suits

Drip drip dripping.

A sad reminder of our summer of sparkling seas

And endless blue skies.

© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems

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