...Having  just returned from a great holiday in Kuala Lumpur, where the heat is stifling, it was a relief to return home to find that September, at the end of summer, was still warm and soft....


September

If you were to say that May was the perfect month,
then you have forgotten September.

For just as you recall pale primroses in hedgerows,

the conkers drop  like burnished jewels.

And as you dream of an abundance of blossom,

lush fruit spills from the trees.

Then longing for the drift of a bluebell glade,

the maple flames and sheds a crimson leaf.

 

So, when reflecting on the sharp clean air of spring,

breathe in the earthy breezes of autumn,

and imagining drifts of creamy hawthorn,

sense the tawny fronds of bracken, turning......

because just as you were sure that May

was the perfect month,

                                     along comes September.

  

© Sue Burley