September Poem by Eric Rhodes

I watch the rain as it sways
in gusts,
like the curtains on the window.
Damp is everywhere,
it's September
and autumn is trying to get in.
The occasional walker scurries past,
bundled green and yellow head to toe,
a sheepdog darting to and fro.
Sweet smoke trails from the chimney,
making this old cottage look like a locomotive
steaming along at a good clip.
I'm not getting anywhere,
sitting here behind the window only half dry.
Perhaps it's the gradient
keeping me from moving,
maybe the wind, or rain;
maybe there isn't anywhere to go
but sit here watching the curtains
sway in the damp autumn breeze.

(2009)