Below is the poem entitled September which was written by poet
Bawden. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The spiders know before we do,
Expanding black clouds
On the edge of a meal
In the corner of my bedroom
The last of the flies circulate
Wall, wall, window, wall
It is just a matter of time
Meanwhile the girls and I
Find benches in the last scrap of brassy sunlight
Furiously rub the upright hairs from our arms
And fight the gails
Blowing our skirts like sails.