Late September Sunshine

Late September sunshine,
all talk and no action.

Desperate for attention, yet
lacking conviction.

She promises intensity
only fails in delivery.

Laughed at by rainfall.

Mocking showers,
spontaneously raining
on her parade.
Highlighting the charade.

I almost feel pity,
an echo of understanding. She
tries her best each morning.

Rising with purpose,
enlightening every surface.

Sadly lacking the warmth
that the masses look for.

It’s all downhill from here,
as we approach the end of
the year.

She’ll continue to
be overshadowed, clouds
exerting their power.

Bringing rain, hail and
snow, showering
and battering below.

She will become a
spectator and have
to patiently wait there,

for her turn to
come again.