Hello Poetry Lovers
Yes, I know September’s not here yet but I couldn’t resist referring to it. It’s such a significant month and once loaded with meaning for me. 
Two acrostics on here today. A lovely descriptive piece from talented poet Trisha Broomfield, and then a coarser one from me follows. Do read on
Slowly sinks the setting sun
Embers of our summer burn
Petals fold, their work is done
Tremulous the green leaves turn
Evenings draw in cool and damp
Moon is full, a harvest glow
Burnished golds an autumn lamp
Each constellation hanging low
Reasons only nature knows.
© TB
What a beautiful descriptive piece. Beautifully written, Trisha.
I’m now going to lower the tone completely with my own take on that once dreaded month
September betrays me again (bore!)
Ending long summer holidays (sob!)
Pupil status once more (groan!)
Tedious early to bed nights (humiliating!)
Except for The Avengers (on Fridays)
Meanwhile I manoeuvre a school desk (tedium)
Before the good ones are taken (shove off!)
Endless shouty teachers and text books (Shut it!)
Ridiculing the swots (hang on! That’s Me!)
H.M 2024
As you can see, PL’s, Trisha’s piece is much more subtle and thoughtful than my own sledgehammered and self-indulgent poem.
Thank you so much for that lovely piece, Trisha. Very visual and reflective.
Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry adventures real soon….
Heather Moulson 