September 2020.

September

Warm sunshine

A slight chilly breeze ripples through the branches

The more fragile leaves flutter gently down to the earth below

The branches are starting to reveal themselves

There’s a slight autumnal golden glow as the leaves begin to turn

We don’t like to admit it but fall is on the way

A sadness that summer is fast becoming a memory of the year that slowed us all down

And we’re back once again in local lockdown