As slow as slow can be the winter comes
September's waiting just a while ahead
And any fool can sit and do the sums,
The height of summer's long since been and dead.
Yet still the days are perfect like today,
We swam the beach and laid inside the sea
And for a moment I thought it was May,
With all the summer stretched in front of me.
Yet evening comes a little sooner now,
And morning brings a slightly different chill,
Not cold, just yet, but there is change somehow,
Although it's August and it's summer still.
I see the subtle seasons slowly spin,
And hardly notice winter creeping in.
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