As Summer ebbs, thoughts on the looming Autumn. With thanks to Lukasz Szmigiel for use of the header image.

A good hearty meal
A real wood fire cracking
A glass, maybe two, of vino
To wash it all down
A satisfied sigh
Doing the rounds
A getting up and wrapping
In warm clothes
Gloves and hats; suitable shoes
Perhaps even wellies
If traipsing through fields
Thick and expensive jumpers
Made from pure wool
Don’t even ask
The price of the coats
Yes
Yes
Yes
There they all are together
Three generations at least
Wandering around
Taking it all in
Smug and contented
In Autumn’s decaying dead browns
Breath misting
Yes, yes
Oh, of course!
Giggle
Why not even a guffaw
Belly full, face red
From the crisp air and alcohol
Talking
Talking
Talking
About what they’ve done
And how wonderfully
They’ve done it
Cawing about how impressed
And in their place
They’d put everyone
Talking
About that they’ll do
With the same attitude
And outcome too
Successes
Schemes
Aspirations
Thinking it all
Good, clean and homely
Fun to climb another rung
Get one over on someone
I fucking hate all that

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