September - the year's middle age
Rustling leaves, high water gauge
Blue skies still but heat has faded
Suntanned faces now look jaded...
Crowded buses, trams and train
Consoling soups and stews – weight gain
Should I put the heating on
Now hope of long warm spells is gone?
Schools in full swing, evening classes
Morning mists now fog my glasses
Long-sleeved sweaters fit the bill
Essential to ward off a chill!
Cobbled streets aren't safe when wet
But shopping needs must still be met
Glossy conkers in the mire
Thoughts turn again to crackling fire ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2017