September
Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn here
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled dragon
its chore has commenced
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
There's spinach and broad beans
for spring
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2025
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