New Term  (summertime ends)

 Ice cream wrapper blown
All christmass presents now quite worn
And skate board edges scrubbed and torn

The summer thunder laughs and cackles
Spots of rain dimes downward splatter
Humidity so close and so much hotter

Cold shoulder of the dew its mantle damp
 Sun blind of the drivers visor jammed
The air con gives up with a bang

A weather vane of shorter days
The promises that cooled of passions staid
Memories perfumes shout a last horray

The new term it is that unmarked page
To grow. not fit clothes floor jumble laid
 Fade of colours worn and now degrade

For that solar gain is ebbing
The old term dying on its knees and begging
Kicked out by other seasons now ascending

Crisp and bright come the new assembly
 Alarm bells of changed identity
The shed its increment it slews to autumns plenty
 
 A syllabus of midsummer nights and dreams
 Theatre seats in the footlights beams
That jaded playwright the summers ending scenes