September song(#1) for you

A sunny September day
The train has whisked me away
To do my duty
In search of booty
Already the summer
Seems a ghost
A whispered sunlit kiss
A glimpse of bliss
Now beached, becalmed and boat house stowed
At most.

A friend died
The oyster catchers cried
Sandcastles were constructed
Surfboards, golf clubs, wet suits were duly dusted
And winters sullen cough was
By sunlightened lungs

Other friends came and stayed
House martins roosted
Rabbit numbers were flagrantly boosted
As swallows caroused and played
And wrens gave way to bullfinch
And fruit, flower and grumbling vegetables
Were seeded, weeded
Duly doused
And pies and sauces made.

The side swiped fields are fat with harvest promise now
School, work and other such tyranny
Reels us in
And how.
Some such aspects might drain me
But ultimately the song of summer
Remains, a snapshot in the mind
A storehouse of gold, albeit in kind
To warm, feed, sustain me.

2 Comments on “September song(#1) for you”

  1. stew1e says:

    Really clever poem, Marc. Good stuff!


  2. Deborah Klee says:

    September has always been my favourite month of the year – it inspires poetry and these two capture the essence of Sept and the fading of summer. I enjoyed them , thank you for sharing.


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