The first of September comes round

Quietly shutting the door on summer

Bringing with it the dark dread

Of an uninvited guest

 

At its best:

Crisp, golden mornings filled

With promise and the lingering scent

Of dew-drenched leaves trodden under

The feet of the hopeful

 

At its worst:

The rat race starts in earnest

And “back to work”, will be the first

to make social headlines, trending across

Every platform and every screen

Huddled commuters and split-screen computers

That make you want to scream

 

“When will it end?”

 

Meanwhile, the phrase “back to school” is

Mouthed and underlined on every teacher’s lips,

Making student eyes roll and mood dip

You might call it a common form of

“Pupil behaviour”

From those waiting on a September

saviour