There's an Autumn feel in August's air
We're on the change, the day is drear
A drop in just a few degrees
Coupled with some falling leaves
And stressed-out parents, kids in tow
With books and pens, all goes to show
That summer, if you call it that,
Now slides its key under the mat!
The back-end of the year begins
Once again the school bell rings
Traffic clogs the motorway
And hard-earned tans all fade away.
Winter woollies get an airing
Road rage leads to angry swearing
The parking spots you found in summer
Are occupied – life is a bummer!
The nights draw in and it gets chill
Will evening TV be a thrill?
We shall soon give up the fight
And turn the heating on at night!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014