Autumn leaves are falling here and with them many dreams of sun
The weather man he promised us a week to get a tan
His fairies really did not tell him truths you know
For if they did outside we’d go
Sipping dry white wine our glasses gleaming in the sun.
Bare feet touching warm stone and salads on the go.
Flowers smiling at us whilst we nodded at the clouds
All blue and white and endless no need for us to go to other lands
When we can dream of weather that the fairies only know.