Autumn has rolled round again
I used to love this season
The fall of the golden leaves
The smell of roasting chestnuts at the corner of
Santa Catarina and 31 Janeiro
Walks in the park with the soft sun-beams
Filtering through the trees.
Time to get back to work
After the stress and sloth of summer.
It was the season of renewal
Academic years began
New jobs were started
New projects were initiated
New challenges to face
New meat to be trained up
Ruffled feathers to be smoothed in the staff-room
And on Saint Martin’s Day we would gather together
To eat roast chestnuts and drink the new wine.
Things would happen in autumn,
That season of sweet melancholy.
(By the way have you noticed that not even Nostalgia is what it used to be?)