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