November has been mild, again we're not used to the cold anymore this is how it should be how it always was before I said that the leaves had more colour dropped sooner, quicker, more completely than last year my friend couldn't remember who would? normal is just what we're used to now not what went before we older ones recall picking blackberries after school when summer stretched only to September now we can eat blackberries from hedges after Bonfire Night when Christmas consumes the TV and geese fly in from the east in gaggles of grey clouds
all those hours used up while outside weather happens meaningless tokens
n.b. Herzberg was right, hygiene factors, such as the work environment and pay, are nothing more than satisficers. I look at my salary statement and think, I am giving up living for this, just so I can afford to live?
we can't get much further away from the summer solstice grasses tickling your shins sun pink face, a few freckles but it's good to be here with winter encroaching with your smile bright as buttercups your kisses delicate as sweet pea flowers
they have fallen sooner this year and faster than last autumn covering paths, slicking up roads laying on the Wensum's thin skin betraying the tide creeping under Carrow bridge sailing counter to the current
tonight will be clear the plane trees flaking bark boughs shorn of dressing have nothing to deflect falling frost can no longer carry the weight of murderous cold that pours from the stars submerging underpasses, flooding shop doorways