I flex the muscles of my mind
To stretch back, reach out, try to find
Why I suddenly recall a summer day
When all around is a gloomy grey.

Laburnum in a vase, a fresh fruit platter,
Picnic by the pool, laughing and chatter,
Are you then, wearing that special fragrance:
‘Soupir d’ete’? It evokes such remembrance

Of long summer days, glowing, lucent,
When the autumn of our lives is almost spent,
My love?