Gosh September, where have you gone?! Has lockdown made you fly away so quickly? And why are you hot now?!
I always think of September as the start of the new year. I suppose this was because we always went back to school then.
Somehow I expect it to turn colder on the very first day. I suppose the prospect of going back to school immediately put a chill on things. The most boring of summers was still preferable to actually doing that.
Anyway, I’ve penned an acrostic poem as a tribute to September 2020.
Shed looks a bit of a state – but have you seen the price of them?!
Embracing the autumn air – as much as you can in 29 degrees!
Packing away summer bedding and clothes – only to get them back out again quickly!
There used to be proper autumns! Russet skies and leaves falling.
Embers of summer memories – holidays cancelled and overspending in Tesco!
Muted sounds as children go back to school – good bloody riddance!
Bollocks to this! I’ve got to wash out my face mask again!
Evening time and the sky darkens swiftly – an end to another day of being stuck indoors.
Remember when there were proper autumns?
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Now, PL’s, if you have any less foul-mouthed recollections of September 2020, do send them in. My contact form is now working.
Thank you for watching, Poetry Lovers, and let’s hope October cools down a bit……. Tune in same time, same channel…..