I cannot beg the sun to stay it is the earth that moves away The night will be as long as this day so sadness fills me as I have to greet the Fall my garden has still some blooms the shadows are long, the webs abound season of spiders, but butterflies still aflutter
I want slumber to take me until spring I don’t want the winter days, wind with chill Let sleep take me now, with dreams that are sweet unless there are days of sun to come
September is here so I feel a sadness. The warm long evenings have gone and the days are cooler.
I’m still feeling tired and there’s no reason for it. I’m eating healthily, although perhaps not quite as much as I should. I’m sleeping really well. I get plenty of fresh air.
The windchimes next door still cause me so much pain. That’s all I can think of that would cause this weariness. I have phoned the local paper.
I disturbed a monarch butterfly in my garden and then it lit on the ground in front of me. They are so beautiful. There have been no birds in my garden since my neighbour cut back his vines. A dead bird was put in my porch, which really upset me.
I’ve been to poetry readings, which are always good. Some people from Salisbury were there, which added more into the mix. I shall be reading there later this month.
I am going to have a nap, which is very unusual for me. It’s the only way I’m going to get through today.