What’s your favourite month of the year? Why?
I will choose late summer
With the chance of stolen sun.
It feels we’re cheating autumn
The way the sun hangs on.
The days are getting shorter
They’re precious every one.
The endless days of June are gone.
We’ll see the setting sun.
The trees have all their leaves still
But may be on the turn.
We sense the change of season.
We feel it in our bones.
The August hols are over.
The kids start back to school.
There’s a sense of new beginnings
And young lives moving on.
But it’s a time of holiday
For people with no kids.
Holidays get cheaper
And they can go away.
There’s still the sounds of cricket
The click of ball on wood
But rugby’s coming back again
And football’s just begun.
Hope in the heart of all the fans.
Perhaps this is the one?
It’s later in the season
That the disappointments come.
It’s a time for picking
We harvest what we’ve grown.
The runner beans are slowing down
At last we’re keeping up.
We’re awash with apples.
We’ve so much fruit and veg.
See the price of Waitrose squash?
We’re veggie millionaires.
The mood is generally wistful
As summer says goodbye
We try to make the most of it
And hope it will be dry.
Autumn’s nearly with us
It’s rituals soon begin
With Halloween and Guy Fawkes night
The nights all drawing in.
But for now September
And stolen Summer sun.
Not yet time for buttoned coats
While Summer lingers on.
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