The first of November
It’s the first of November
The clocks have gone back
The glorious morning heralds a day
Full of promise
We’re sitting in deck chairs
Eyes closed to the sun
That warms the cream flagstones
Our troubles have gone.
Only birds break the silence
Of this glorious noon
The boats are tied up
The tractors are resting
A second coffee sipped
Then a third - but who’s counting
At this time of year?
A day gifted from heaven
Unexpected, undeserved
But we’ll enjoy it all the same
The shadows are creeping
Across the green lawn
Cut for the last time
Yesterday morning.
We’ll soon move our chairs
Back into the sun
Though low in the sky
Welcome and wan.
What tomorrow shall bring
We simply don’t know
We’ll drink back our coffee
And enjoy today’s show.
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