How not to be banal on so well-hymned a theme?
How to convey the daily delight the endlessly extending summer brings
When the sun, so rarely viewed hanging so gold and low
Day after repeating day, seems to be in denial
About the meaning of the Equinox
And the cold winds brewing (out of sight) in Siberia.
The dome of high pressure has refused to budge
Kept in quiet equilibrium by western Atlantic storms
And steady east winds freeing our skies from planes as a bonus.
Until today at 5pm the first droning harbinger of the change ahead
Emerged from the mist heading westward.
The church weather vane has swung imperceptibly to the south
And the misty air smells heavy.
Tomorrow the west winds will return
And in their wake the remnants of those Atlantic storms.
Helios my friend, Autumn must now come.
3 October 2015
Riverview Songs 