Aeroplane trails, bathed in soft orange,
Sharp bright blue, peeking through.
The smells of bonfire; autumn's on the way,
But the wair is still warm from the blaze of the day.
A new space in Loughborough, huge grass green,
Empty white frames to capture the picture.
A rolling slope that looks even softer than the clouds and a
Fresh taste on the tongue and a
Fresh breeze on the face and
Fresh sounds all around.
Everything lives for just
One more time.