Jilted

Autumn has arrived early this year, reluctantly,

for summer having seemingly given up the ghost

as have we

is now curled up,

a foetal cadaver, leaving us

with unripe fruits and war-torn blooms.

September stillborn in cooler metallic,

gunflint breezes,

has been caught unaware and

as this sorry year expires,

looks askance for willing accomplices

to share its inherited shame.

We, are unfulfilled and wander aimlessly

amongst this fading detritus

the toil and promise of May and June

now callously jilted,

leave maidens both,

beleaguered spinsters on the wind.

Published by grahamrsherwood