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The Forecasters?
by bozzz
Originally published on November 6, 2015 in Poetry        


Where did autumn go?
Should men write about the fall? – all too often it’s what they do. Better stick to their ‘winters of discontent’.


An Indian summer, El Nino strikes again,
in Spanish not in Hindu, must be said.
Translate into English – make it plain:
a “Heat wave in October, leaves misled”.

Green, long past their brittle brown-by dating,
our gutters waiting, patient for the fall.
Tomorrow’s wind to inundate the grating,
road-sweeping brushes on belated call.

Time to store the deckchairs in the shed,
the coloured brolly furled, put home to dry,
blow kisses to the fading sun’s wet head
that peeps above the treeline, with one eye.

A touch of frost that is the winter’s bail,
“I’m here”, he says, but blows caressing breeze;
deceit in every puff at summer’s tail,
come to serve his time and tender freeze.

And so we’ve missed the autumn in a blink,
the grass yet still alive and grown too long,
heavy dew, the blackbird’s morning drink.
The forecasters, as usual, get it wrong.

David November 2015

© bozzz (Bozzz on OLD UKA)

UKArchive ID: 35747
Archived comments for The Forecasters?


Mikeverdi on 06-11-2015
The Forecasters?
Always topical, perfectly measured wording. You never disappoint David.

Mike

Author’s Reply:
Thanks Mike, maybe it is time for something off the beaten track? A murder in the long grass?….

Yours aye, David


franciman on 06-11-2015
The Forecasters?
I just love this David. Wistful, sardonic and oh so lyrical. someone should nominate this.

cheers,

Jim

Author’s Reply:
Well thank you Jim, for someone out there in the blue must have heard you.


stormwolf on 06-11-2015
The Forecasters?
Damn and blast! Someone got in first with the nomination. I don't know about the falling leaves or the colours of Autumn David but you, my dear friend, are on fire!

Into favs.

'Time to store the deckchairs in the shed,

the coloured brolly furled, put home to dry,

blow kisses to the fading sun’s wet head

that peeps above the treeline, with one eye.

'

As fine poetry as I could hope to read.

Nothing more to say.

Alison xxx

Author’s Reply:
Oh Alison, you are too kind to me. On fire, but hopefully not a burnout – at my age one can never be sure what is just a round the corner! Living hopefully and thanking you for your help and encouragement and this time for a hot ember to fuel the fire!, love, David


pommer on 08-11-2015
The Forecasters?
As perfect as usual David,a pleasure to read and read again.Peter

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