When handed the keys to another day
Watch leaves come floating down
Signs that autumn has arrived in all its bronze glory.
Sun, glistening on pond water lilies
A young water hen flitting from leaf to leaf
Feeding, tweeting to it hearts content.
Passers-by stop, just to admire mother-nature
While a photographer snaps this birds movement
It will then be framed for posterity in glistening glory.
Strolling through the beautiful Botanical Gardens
Of Dublin’s fair City resplendent under a glorious autumnal sun
Global visitors stand in admiration as September once again
Brings forth its golden glow.
Sitting beneath an ancient oak tree sketching
Or perhaps writing his memoirs, a Zozimus type figure
His long blackthorn stick close by.
As the song says “The Days Grow Shorter When You Reach September”
So it was with “Kurt Weill’s” “September Song” ringing in his ears
“When the Autumn Weather Turns the Leaves to Flame”
Birds in song wing their way among a beech trees baring fingers.
Witnessing weather signs telling of this new season’s life
He paused, in this gardens vast circumference.
© Chris Black. September 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~
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