3 September – Second new year

The first mornings of September feel just like that,
with clear blue skies, low golden light,
and crisp air that smells of fresh beginnings,
carrying with it the always remembered expectation
of brand new exercise books and shiny, sharpened pencils.
The dew is so heavy it glimmers like frost
and even though it’s decades since my terms began,
I still feel I must be back to school soon.
Focus and purpose pervade the day,
the chilling air forcing a final goodbye to summer,
and a growing acceptance that as the students return,
so the swallows must leave again too.