The Four Seasons Chapter Eleven ~ Grace ~ High Summer

The Four Seasons Chapter Eleven ~ Grace ~ High Summer

It is high summer, and with an autumnal feel, Grace and Autumn working together in harmony. Winter, as ever, barges in, and is dealt with swiftly by them, but also with the assistance of their brother the Great North Wind …

Grace ~ High Summer

Part XII

Summer over the Southern Shires

Grace delights to warm

the hearts of all

who bask in her thrall.

Long garments, white lace

grace the Gardens of Montpellier,

beneath the great and high trees

standing now two centuries.


Band-stand full

but the delinquents,

drunks and addictos’ domain

of an earlier age,

the Eighties, long gone


A full band again

beneath the conductor’s baton.

Deck-chair rows for hire

to semicircular perfection

no order by securities,

this is the elegance of

Regency Cheltenham.


The joys of High Summer,

basking,

on this very pleasant August Bank Holiday,

ice creams

take-aways

for those who desire an earlier Age

the tray English Breakfast Tea

finest bone china,

as befits a garden

in Regency England


Basking, we gaze on hallowed tennis courts

Cheltenham’s pride

the tell-tale gently shaded green,

and wisps of wonderment

at approaching Wimbledon.


*


An August Chill.

A haunting Call.

I shiver as I feel the draught

and see the coldness

in that blue pink-grey tinge

that hangs in the Skies

leaning down to touch

the pastures and moorlands

of North West England.


*


North again,

Cheltenham now distant,

a memory the length of

three motorways

or, on occasion, as the mood befits me,

Lime Street Platform 12

changing at Birmingham New Street

a dash along the longest platform

up the stairs

run, run, quick, run

it’s Platform 11 I want

‘down the other end mate

you’d better hurry, leaves

in ninety seconds

Still no escalator

Rush of people exiting

like walking into incoming tide

Adopt their aggression

Push, shove, hit aside

The Cardiff train seals me in

so fast I wonder whether

I’m caught in the doors!

Phew!

Next week, I’m using the damned car!

Sod this for a lark!


*


A week on,

soon the first leaves

will race pedestrians

along the boulevards

of Pittville Park.


A stormy sky

An inflamed horizon

A fiery Sun

A literal ball of flame

rarely seen o’er England

indeed, any part of these

British Isles.

*


Ha-Ha!

I approach again!

Autumn laughs and giggles,

Grace rolls her eyes

with love and affection …


I will have my fancy free

as Autumn graces once again

pavements and alleys

park tunnels and walk-ways

with her skirts

warming the beech huts

along Kent’s Coast

all the way to Deal.


But Grace, mark my words

my time approaches fast!


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Grace! Summer is but for a time

But I, Winter, linger longer

than all of you

and so can

bide my time.

Even our brothers the Four Winds know this

as indeed do the Panther

the Great Bear

the Faun and the Great Moose

The Elements know this

Nature knows this

Look!

August it may be

But see!

Christmas displays herself

already in High Street stores

up and down this

very disunited kingdom!



In silent union reflecting on Winter’s

brash, heartless, uninvited warning,

quietly warming the ground and air

Grace and Autumn

around their troublesome sister

move with warmth

removing her foundation

turning her nails into quick lime and slime


Quietly, Grace calls across the Universe

to their brother the Great North Wind

and in meteoric fashion

Winter is ejected to await her appointed hour

Oh Winter, Sister! Why must you always make this scene … …? It is so tiresome!

Oh Winter, Sister! Why must you always make this scene … …? It is so tiresome!

Summer resplendant, Grace confides with Autumn and their brother the Great North Wind

Summer resplendant, Grace confides with Autumn and their brother the Great North Wind

Autumn, warm and friendly, delighting everyone with calmer balmier days

Autumn, warm and friendly, delighting everyone with calmer balmier days

The Great North Wind sweeps through the heavens gracefully, yet as a meteor, and carries his sister Winter back … Come, Winter, you must await the Appointed Time … For let us not forget that when He spoke even the winds and the waves obeyed Him and …

The Great North Wind sweeps through the heavens gracefully, yet as a meteor, and carries his sister Winter back … Come, Winter, you must await the Appointed Time … For let us not forget that when He spoke even the winds and the waves obeyed Him and they were sore afraid… We cannot gainsay Him

8-10 March 2021
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© Kenneth Thomas Webb 2022



Chapter Twelve Week commencing Monday, March 29, 2021

Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.

He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.

Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.

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