We didn't get much for most of the summer
which for farmers and gardeners
was a bit of a bummer
And we attest to that fact with good claim
as nothing much grew
which was quite a shame
Yet now in September in buckets it's falling
almost as if it had heard
all our calling
1 of 12 in the ’12 months VI’ series from Jemverse
It's the first of September
and here for the starting
a new Jemverse series
with the old just departing
Twelve poems each as
the first day arrives
will start every month
if my writing survives
Some words here to herald
each month as it starts
for hope, zest and joy
as the old one departs
And with morning three words came
'Here comes Friday' my waking eye
with silent whisper
said, I beamed
The sunshine decided September
had still more summer to give
warmth remaining
here it seemed
And outside my window the golden one
waved gregariously from the East
with its hat on
Comfort gleaned
Watched whilst bathed in sunshine
as the storm it gathered strength
and the sky out there grew darker
knew it'd soon arrive at length
So we packed away the beach hut
in sunshine heat still strong
as we both knew it would change soon here
and there'd be rain before too long
Still, it had been a jolly good one
this mid-september heat
tho the thunderstorm still lurking
would not admit defeat
As before we made it safe back home
though now sheltered in the car
the rain arrived in buckets
thunder rumbling from afar
And lightning lit the darkened sky
as with cacophonic sound
the storm we'd seen at distance
consumed everything around
September sun heat
no denial of fact
twenty-five degrees celsius
attesting to that
So it was back to the beach
to sit in the sun
at Saturday teatime
til evening was come
Sound of the waves
breaking surf on the shore
as we 'hutters' enjoy
what the beach is here for
and the ambient peace
something we always find
helps us relax
as we sit and unwind
One for the first day
now of September
but it's still summer here
something to remember
One day past an
August now gone
and though it's still summer
it won't be that long
Til autumn's upon us
with the brown and the gold
and a last breath of warmth
before onset of cold
But let's not now on
the coming days dwell
for we've plenty more summer
to come you can tell
So here with these lines
and September, day one
we raise our heads skyward
to embrace the sun
Eight thirty in the morning
the sun warm on my brow
in September shorts with
the summer still somehow
The sunglare on the water
the millpond of the sea
and overhead the cloud free sky
means here’s the place to be
The beach down here at Lancing
on England’s southern shore
here for one more day at least
for summer’s sweet encore
So I’ve not written ’bout the beach
for quite a while it seems
but today is quite appropriate
with all these new sunbeams
For it seemed the summer left us
when August’s evening came
yet now it’s back and shouting
lest we forget its name
Thirty plus they say today
good reason to return
in this September sunshine
and feel its warming burn
A good day for the beach hut
beside my lovely sea
with lapping waves and warming sun
to keep me company
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...