Here comes Friday

And with morning three words came
'Here comes Friday' my waking eye
with silent whisper
said, I beamed
The sunshine decided September
had still more summer to give
warmth remaining
here it seemed
And outside my window the golden one
waved gregariously from the East
with its hat on
Comfort gleaned

September sun heat

September sun heat
no denial of fact
twenty-five degrees celsius
attesting to that
So it was back to the beach
to sit in the sun
at Saturday teatime
til evening was come

One I

1 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months V’ series

One for the first day
now of September
but it's still summer here
something to remember

Summer’s sweet encore

4 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

Eight thirty in the morning
the sun warm on my brow
in September shorts with
the summer still somehow
The sunglare on the water
the millpond of the sea
and overhead the cloud free sky
means here’s the place to be

September Sunshine III

2 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

So I’ve not written ’bout the beach
for quite a while it seems
but today is quite appropriate
with all these new sunbeams
For it seemed the summer left us
when August’s evening came
yet now it’s back and shouting
lest we forget its name

Reason to sing

1 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

I took a week off
it was a good choice
as there were good things
in which to rejoice

For starters the sunshine
decided to stay
and reboot the summer
in every way

September Sunshine II

Sitting in the sunshine
outside my house is great
especially this time of year
with shadows getting late

As north facing out the back
by four the sun has gone
hidden by the apex where
in summer months it shone

Yet out front I bask in glory
and can stay here for some time
for there remain some hours yet
of mid-September shine

September sunshine

An hour of gorgeous sunshine
before the clouds come by
and hide again the golden globe
is perfect where I lie
It’s just enough to heal an ill
or chase some blues away
so I’m hoping that I’ll see some more
on each September day

Thursday the third

September, a Thursday
it might shine, it might rain
but one thing’s for certain
that this third again
will not be repeated
it’s a one-off, unique
which we’ll not find again
wherever we seek

Beginning I

1 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 month IV’ series

Beginning of September
beginning a new book
beginning a new chapter
worth a second look

Mid-September beach days

Mid-September with sun
took me back to the beach
to sit beside the blue sea
It’s lovely down here
sitting still with a beer
There’s no place I’d rather be

First I

1 of 12 in the Jemverse “12 months III” series

It’s the first of September
and I’m back at the beach
It seemed like the right thing to do
I mean if you like me lived
with this close at hand
you’d join me right here, wouldn’t you?

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

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