Friday 16 September 2011

Poem: For September

September 
16.09.2011

Today, the weather is playing at being autumn.
It is not of course. It is an aberration.
The summer is still here.
The sun's warmth is hidden by the clouds.
But, as I get out my winter jumpers
And watch the rain,
I'm glad
I mowed the grass yesterday.

[16.09.2011; revised 14.12.2011]

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