This hot autumn day I think
As I drift in the heat
Into a warm slumber I sink
Forgetting friends to meet
The hot sticky day melts
This brain in a squishy mess
As I dream of things no longer felt
Of those things I cannot confess
The heat intense over 80 Fahrenheit
Melting away like a witch of Oz
Sprawled out I do look a sight
This heat in autumn isn’t right
Again I say the seasons are messed
So screwed are they, flowers do spring
Confusion reigns, autumn now rests
Spring and Summer awaken, and sing
Yet snow we were told will follow behind
so quickly this will be a blur
The Indian summer we won’t find
Autumn bypassed to winters stir
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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