19 tcf.org.uk Windfall apples Litter the ground Cider fragrance Drifting around September is here Plump figs ripen Leathery flesh Wrinkly soft skin Squashy and fresh September is here Change in the air Musky perfume Our lives with you Fractured too soon September is here Pick up apples Harvest each fig One more year passed Your empty space big September is here Autumn returns Balmy sweet breeze Sunbeams break through Leaves on the trees Your love is still here September Is Here Shared by Safina Powell, written 9th September 2023 COMPASSION | YOUR STORIES & POEMS When time tops out And shouts its overspill. At horizon’s dusk When skies with grey Clouds fill. When glass bound sands are few And well run through. I’ll think of you And love you still When bright house of colours Books of rhyme and dolls Tip toed to fudge and cake for stalls. I thought all to be mine Sweet precious time Sweet stolen time Your name through each day calls Echoing in these empty halls In minds corner At peak and trough of time In shallow and in deep At each morning’s rise At each night’s sleep When Time Tops Out © Andrew Cunningham Shared by Andrew Cunningham in memory of his daughter Anya, written on 20 May 2023 Andrew has a website of photography, poetry and reflection at cunningham.ws
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