September

September

A Poem by Wild Rose

September

20 September 2022

11:24

The nights are getting longer and cooler

The flowers are losing petals and whole flower heads,

The tips of the tree leaves are beginning to show yellow tip; and the Holly Berries are going pink; some are red already.

 

The Queen died last week. She was buried yesterday

TV programs are returning to normal

Yes it is sad, and we do need to know But why twenty four hours?

All repeats of past programs.

 

Today is sunny but there is no heat in to allow us to sit out. Except in hats and coats

 

As the song says

'You cant depend on anything' - can you?

 

Wild Rose 2022

© 2022 Wild Rose


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Not a normal September; I do remember it well: the Queen died and we knew about it for days after; September gives us shorter days and time to reflect; flowers are preparing to wilt, though some are still around and look luscious....it could be October or November and we still can't depend on anything.... that's life....
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Rose

1 Year Ago

Looking out today (1 December) damp and dreary >>> Well only 3 weeks to the shortest day >>> Then th.. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

you're very welcome!
Best, B




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Not a normal September; I do remember it well: the Queen died and we knew about it for days after; September gives us shorter days and time to reflect; flowers are preparing to wilt, though some are still around and look luscious....it could be October or November and we still can't depend on anything.... that's life....
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wild Rose

1 Year Ago

Looking out today (1 December) damp and dreary >>> Well only 3 weeks to the shortest day >>> Then th.. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

you're very welcome!
Best, B

Such an apt description of winter creeping up on us. My sister lives in the UK and she suffers from SAD, so she can't handle the winter. And then a random event thrown into the middle of a lurking winter - made me think of all the winter we had in the news in 2022, or for that matter, the last decade. Is this just a poem or part of a novel? I feels more like prose, or as if it is leading to something.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Wild Rose
Wild Rose

Lake Disrtict, Cumbria, United Kingdom



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