It’s officially autumn today which may explain why I’ve been feeling cold on a grey, wet day!
The date for the clocks going back in the UK at the end of summer 2019 will be October 27 for those of us wanting lighter mornings (I previously said evenings, a reminder to me never to publish anything at night when my brain starts winding down).
Your autumn photos are most welcome so do send them in to warm the cockles. Meanwhile, here’s a bit of wistful Christina Rossetti in sonnet form. Those choking thorns remind me of this time of year.
From Sunset to Star Rise
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer’s unreturning track.