Showing posts with label rainy autumns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rainy autumns. Show all posts

Wednesday, 16 September 2015

My Ode to (this) Autumn



Season of clouds and welly-bootfulness,
Close bosom friend of the torrential rain.
Hardly a hint of summer sunfulness,
And bloody winter's on its way again.
I wouldn't mind if I were sporting  tanfulness,
And felt the need for hurricanes and such,
But as it is, my skin is pale with sunlessness,
And in the mirror, I don't like it much.
Soon there'll be mud and snow and freezefulness,
The prospect fills my pallid soul with dread.
But there are always books and  wine and cheesefulness -
I'll spend the next six months, with them. In bed.



 (Sorry. Keats. But your autumns were obviously nicer than ours.)