And still the summer goes on
I was greeted by a southerly wind
When I walked to the beach this morning
A number of people were in the sea
Which according to the local black boards
Was still just over twenty degrees
Migrating birds were swooping above me
Confused by the late season warmth
I wondered if they were as happy as I was
This summer will have to end as all summers end
Days will shorten and the nights will become cooler
And the warmth of my memories will be my sole souvenir