Leaves underfoot, gusts wreck my hair
I nearly lost my hat today
My walking shoes splashed with dirt spray.
A most unsubtle change ignites
My troubled Muse these chilly nights
Puddles, roadworks, crowded buses
A fellow passenger who fusses...
Busy crossroads, long delays
Rain-sodden hoardings meet my gaze
I fish out scarves and sturdy shoes
Hear traffic hold-ups on the news...
Somewhere my brolly I must find
A pal not to be left behind
Its clammy closeness I detect
As it weighs a ton when it is wet!
September festivals outdoors
Heritage days - fun guided tours.
Car-free Sunday looms once more
Skateboards and cycles to the fore!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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