Sommarens sista hallon

 THERE CAME A DAY

There came a day that caught the summer 

Wrung its neck 

Plucked it 

And ate it. 

  

Now what shall I do with the trees? 

The day said, the day said. 

Strip them bare, strip them bare. 

Let’s see what is really there. 

  

And what shall I do with the sun? 

The day said, the day said. 

Roll him away till he’s cold and small. 

He’ll come back rested if he comes back at all. 

 

And what shall I do with the birds? 

The day said, the day said.  

The birds I’ve frightened, let them flit, 

I’ll hang out pork for the brave tomtit. 

 

And what shall I do with the seed? 

The day said, the day said. 

Bury it deep, see what it’s worth. 

See if it can stand the earth. 

 

What shall I do with the people? 

The day said, the day said. 

Stuff them with apple and blackberry pie – 

They’ll love me then till the day they die. 

 

There came this day and he was autumn.  

His mouth was wide 

And red as a sunset. 

His tail was an icicle.

                                Ted Hughes