September

No. 1 of 12 in the Jemverse “12 months II” series

September comes, the harvest month
of forget-me-knots and glory
A stone of sapphire, Virgo too
and Libra for the story
The ninth of the Gregorian
and first in this new series
From Jemverse for another year
in answer to your queries

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Nine bells

It blew nine bells again last night
But you’d never know this morning
As, when the night time clouds had cleared
A lovely day was dawning

The sun was bright, the sky was blue
and the wind had disappeared
Something of a respite
from the cooler day we’d feared

Summer’s End

I’m told that come September
England’s summer’s at an end
But I’m not ready yet, I’ll tell you
To say goodbye to my good friend
And I’m pretty sure the sunshine
Is having none of that
As the heat I felt at lunchtime
Made it clear where it was at

Twelve months nine

No. 2 of 12 in the ‘Twelve Months’ series

One-day respite for September
the month of nine is here
A birthstone of pure sapphire
and a message which is clear
It’s flower of birth – Forget-me-not
and Morning Glory too
Synonymous with sunshine
Summer’s end here to bestrew

Promises Golden

The day started golden
with promise in store
that there would be warmth
with the sunshine once more
Mid-September but still
the summer is here
Though autumn is calling
and is close by I fear

A September Rain at 3:30 a.m.

What if we talked of rain the way we talk of
snowflakes, of individual pride and
spatters that leave flushes behind would it
change
the rain?

Would we mold lakes from
droplets, figure eights rupturing from our heel

Lakeside Oasis – form writing

A

light parade

It’s really nice down here

I walked the long familiar beach
where houses made of wood
formed from disused railway stock
against the weather stood
All are now long gone of course
but their garden walls remain
Reminding me that wind and sea
will always stake its claim

Autumn’s Breath

Forget not autumn;

Stealing Summer

 

September stole the summer
and took some green away
Then revealed its hoarded treasure
with some gloating yesterday

The thing about the sun

 

The wonderful things about the sun is that
it makes you forgive and forget
Just one day is enough even though all last week
it was cold, overcast and just wet

Ebullient

Ebullient in the morning light
the summer lingers here
in the reds and yellows and the green
though Autumn hovers near

Autumn’s song

I’m not discounting summer
although August is now gone
For September days bring welcome rays
before the Autumn’s song

Twenty-five

 

Twenty-five in September?
Doesn’t bother me
Chance to get the kayak out
Go paddling in the sea