trumpets of prophecy


Last weekend, the UK had the hottest August Bank Holiday on record. Presumably that means it was also the hottest Bank Holiday of all on record, as I can’t imagine it ever getting hotter for the other dates – Christmas, New Year, Easter, or either of the holiday Mondays in May.

But even if it was lovely and sunny, it did seem a little late in the year for perfect rose buds like the one at the start of the post.

A little late for rosebuds, perhaps, but also a little early for the autumnal graveyard scene below, I would have thought.

autumnal scene

In fact the two photos were taken on the same day.

And while I was surprised at how autumnal the Summer Bank Holiday could be, I was even more surprised to see how quickly we seem to have rushed past autumn and tumbled on into winter. At least according to the products on the supermarket shelves this week.

Christmas puddings on supermarket shelf

Still, as the poet said, “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”

Which gives us something to look forward to.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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