SEPTEMBER

September arrived quietly

With the morning train

Catching us unawares

Still tanned from summer

Smoking in the goods yard

Discussing holidays

Reading of redundancies

A radio humming news

Of road accidents

And unexplained murders

In distant countries

Celebrity indiscretions

Distracting our attention

From gathering clouds

And after all these days

It’s difficult to tell

Where one season ends

And another starts

In the crowded station

Buffet on platform three

We spotted September

With a rolled up newspaper

And a lukewarm cup of tea.