September's turning cool; the summers done.
A penny for the time the sun has shone.
The people keep on coming through the gate-
The trees discard their twigs on the estate.
(Some windy weather gusting in the leaves)
The Thanet fields disgorging all their sheaves-
With veg'tables and fruit the season's full,
And Winter 'round the corner - feel the pull.
The temp'rature has dropped within a week-
There's no doubt that the warmth is past its peak
Keith Pettit
