Used to be that weather changes
Had a consequence for me,
The summer turning all at once
To weeks of rainy days.
And on that morning
When I woke a little colder
Than the other
And I smelled the autumn
On my way to work
Before it boiled off,
I’d dig up memories
And breathe their earthy trace.

Used to be the smell
Of different skies and different notions,
Different ways of making time
And time for making different ways,
And all the shades of blue
The moon could fall.

And isn’t it the beauty of a second
That it ends too soon,
And of the season that it’s always
Bound to go?

The loveliest we do
To say goodbye when we’re supposed to.
The loneliest we do to carry on.

#London #England

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