First Hint of Autumn, Spring Recalled. (Completed Poem).

Autumn.

Old folk remember their schooldays,

Chasing a ball in the street,

Kicking their shoes through the leaves.

Like bulbs pressed down into leaf mould

It was time to mature and flourish,

A chill sun burnishing cheek bones,

A cold wind blurring the view.

Cool but savvy, Spring sloped in when the light changed,

Bringing warmth to our streets, now swept clean,

Not by brooms, but by snow-melt and showers

Transforming pavements into streams,

Sometimes as deep as our ankles;

Sometimes barely damping our heels.

Autumn.

Old folk remember their schooldays

With a symbolic shrug of the shoulders;

Sometimes with nostalgic lies. -

Next February Snowdrops will tear through the frost lace,

But before then a whole world dies.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

September 26th.- 27th. - 28th. 2022.

October 6th. 2022.