Two short poems from my recently released book 'the end of summer' (https://www.amazon.co.uk/End-Summer-Andy-N-ebook/dp/B01LY7YR9K) I Summer will come againand the rain will stop sprayingthe air like spilled pepper. Leaves will stop crunching on the floorand sleet will stop reducingyour shoes to tears. The wind still stop slammingshut your back doorand poppies will stop dancingin the wind. The mood will soften beforetotally changingand the blood in the skywill change to a different texture, Stripping awaythe mistakes of the past.II There is no summer leftlike a seaside shop on reduced hourswith one eye on the horizon. No more summerwith the heavens thumping themselvestogether trying to wake the sun up. No more summerand no more blue whispers in the skywanting to keep on dancing. No more summerpressed up to your nosewhispering I love you in your ears, Or a gate which had beenswinging openwhich now shatters like glass.