Seasons

What becomes of summer when summer is gone
When carefree greens give way to ochres and browns
When floppy hats are replaced by cloth caps
And summer whites become autumn handicaps?

We sit around and cradle cups of tea
And reminisce on summer’s bounteous glories

The effortless, flawless half-century
Crowned by a crisply-driven half-volley
The jaw-dropping catch on the boundary line
A memory etched forever in time
And the interruption of play by an airplane
A spitfire, and in his wake a wedding train

What becomes of autumn when autumn is gone
When ochres and browns give way to threadbare crowns
When cloth caps are replaced by woolly hats
And winter almanacs land on front door mats?

We sit around and cradle cups of tea
And tune into overseas commentary
And while the greens of spring remain off set
We must make do with stats and winter nets