September once meant the leaves turned red, and gold, frosty mornings, cool, crisp evenings, but no more. Here in Sudbury we are into the third week of September, and the leaves are as green as they were after the buds opened. There is no frost on the ground, no misty, foggy mornings.
Today if you didn’t happen to look at the calendar, it could be August, or even July, the way the temperature is. Now there is something wrong with this picture. I suppose we have only the same to look forward to. More of one season rolling into another, without any distinction.
We once had four seasons, (and I am not talking about the hotel chain) but now, but now, well it is not worth talking about.
Oh how I long
for the summer days,
and an autumn
crisp and cool,
has done us in
by being a greedy fool.