Autumn On The Bay John Lennon

AUTUMN ON THE BAY

John Lennon

There’s something seductive About a harbor town In early September. The wind and waves make love As they roll over the breakwall. The town, quietly beautiful, No longer brags of its Sultry summer days And its curb appeal.

Yes, I will take The weekday harvests, Mundane but misinterpreted, Leaving time for daydreams Of lovers I’ve yet to meet.

So shed that summer tan Down to smoke white skin, I long to see her pressed against The amber of an early sunset.

Steeped in gin and deep conversation, We would lay cradled in dry grass And flannel blankets with Slightly-chapped lips and open hearts.

This is the love I want, What I wait all year for:

Not the one night stands And long walks home Of summer,

Not the empty beds And harsh phone calls Of winter,

But the star soaked mornings And incandescent trees Of autumn.

Calm and reposed.