September rumbles in hurriedly mid-afternoon,
Black clouds power-whooshing
Down the Jura,
Rousing a rampage of scatty winds.
Prepare for the mass
De-flowering of innocent roses,
And the sudden,
Inexplicable appearance of a multitude
Of gnarled leaves tanned to a crisp.
Watch panicked yellow butterflies twirl like uncoordinated
Ribbon gymnasts.
Say goodbye to unpegged socks and thongs!
The Swiss summer just received marching orders.
Will it retaliate?
Will Francesca soon to flee to Spain?
Watch this space!
