{"id":18145,"date":"2025-09-29T10:12:32","date_gmt":"2025-09-29T09:12:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=18145"},"modified":"2025-09-29T10:12:32","modified_gmt":"2025-09-29T09:12:32","slug":"poem-september-is-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2025\/09\/29\/poem-september-is-here\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem: September is Here"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>September is Here<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>and I want to feel the tingle<br \/>\nof autumn over the horizon.<br \/>\nThe palette of skies, laying themselves<br \/>\nnightly before my eyes like Turkish<br \/>\ncarpets in the souks of Istanbul.<br \/>\nI want to anticipate the nuanced change<br \/>\nof the leaves, delicate as if the maestro<br \/>\nhimself draws them into the rising<br \/>\ncrescendo of the orchestra \u2013 slowly,<br \/>\nsoftly, instrument by instrument,<br \/>\ntree by tree, colour by colour<br \/>\nuntil the cymbals clash and the double<br \/>\nbasses vibrate their music through<br \/>\nthe woods and lanes.<\/p>\n<p>I want to watch the swallows gather<br \/>\non the telephone wires, line upon<br \/>\nline, their eyes on horizons I cannot<br \/>\neven imagine; waiting for the wind<br \/>\nto call them, the stars to set their orbit<br \/>\nacross the world.<br \/>\nI want to see the berries fall<br \/>\nripe and rotten into the hollows of<br \/>\nthe hedge, so unseen creatures<br \/>\ncan have their bacchanal,<br \/>\ntheir last fling of the\u00a0 season, then<br \/>\nreel home through the undergrowth<br \/>\nreplete and tipsy, to sleep the winter away.<\/p>\n<p>I want to walk to the shore and hear<br \/>\nthe waves rising up in anger,<br \/>\nbeating back the beaches,<br \/>\nsucking up the stones and hurling<br \/>\nthem at the cliffs in fits of<br \/>\nequinoctial rage.<\/p>\n<p>Most of all, I just want to feel<br \/>\nvibrancy, not deal with autumn playing<br \/>\nfast and loose \u2013 doling out fitful sun,<br \/>\nwelters of drab rain; gales that blow<br \/>\nand pause and then roar in again, battering<br \/>\nmy garden of deceased flowers and sad<br \/>\nstalks bent double with despair,<br \/>\nrotting where they fall. And all<br \/>\nin light that barely lifts its head,<br \/>\nlight that is just a brief apology<br \/>\nfor being short and low and hesitant;<br \/>\nno longer flaring with summer\u2019s lusty<br \/>\nfervour &#8211; breaking in and waking me<br \/>\nat 4am just to whisper sweet nothings<br \/>\nthrough the chink in the curtains.<\/p>\n<p>I want something other than<br \/>\nthe torpor of half-arsed endings.<br \/>\nWhat happened to mellow fruitfulness?<br \/>\nGive me liquid golden light that makes me<br \/>\nlook up, look out; something to cradle<br \/>\nin my mind through winter. Give me<br \/>\nthat wild transition I know this season<br \/>\nkeeps secreted up its sleeves, to<br \/>\ncompensate for all the untold things<br \/>\nsummer always snatches as she leaves,<br \/>\nlike a jilted lover.<br \/>\nSo autumn, please, no fickle<br \/>\npromises of crisp, cold days that don\u2019t<br \/>\nmaterialise. Step up; pull your finger out \u2013<br \/>\ngo French \u2013 Italian \u2013 go Portuguese;<br \/>\nbring on the colours and the lights,<br \/>\nrun your hit show again. You can do it.<br \/>\nDon\u2019t tease, don\u2019t cheat by sneaking limply<br \/>\npast, skulking like a thief between the hot<br \/>\ndog days and winter\u2019s sharp retreat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>September is Here and I want to feel the tingle of autumn over the horizon. The palette of skies, laying themselves nightly before my eyes like Turkish carpets in the souks of Istanbul. 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