SEPTEMBER SONG
The 1st of
September is a firm date, marking the beginning of a solidly constructed month,
it marks the end of summer and the beginning of the autumn, or as the Americans
call it the fall.[1]
September the month of
endings, summer romances with people and places waltzing sadly to inevitable
dissolution, as the flocks of birds migrate away from the melancholy north.
Returning home, suitcases are carelessly disgorged with the hum of normality
beginning to be heard again; home.
September too is the month
for fresh beginnings, the month for education, back to school, back to college,
a month of anxiety and excitement for many young people prior to their first
experience of university life and the month for evening classes. A month
for engaging with Russian for Beginners,
BTEC Accountancy or Cooking to Entertain, listening to bad poetry written by
others and good poetry written by yourself; as the nights draw in, walking home
after swallowing great gulps of fresh information musing about that attractive
young man in pottery, or the pretty French girl in the poetry class. Evening
classes and romance, like mulled wine as we fall, leaves suddenly detached drifting,
entranced by their new found freedom, indolently onto the pavement.
[1] Both terms have there
attractions, autumn has a musicality to it, whilst The Fall carries with it the
sense of descent from the heights of summer of rather more sombre biblical
imagery.