Season of mists and mellow evening class

There's a nip in the air these days.
Time for self-improvement.
In evening class, some nights
will be fruitful, joyous, all you hoped.

Then there'll be nights when
a diligent student has a 'problem'...
could be a particular or worse, a general...

The class, who've been together
long enough to bond,
hasten to join him under that black cloud,
misleadingly shaped like an umbrella,
of his/her problem; we're not sure
exactly what that problem is;
but we all frown, look serious..
who would think that silence could be so heavy?

only natural landscape would describe it -
black cloud, boggy ground, slippery scree,
fog descending; where's the compass point?

the tutor's seen it many times before.
It's the underbelly of the learning curve
shaped more like shark than jellyfish..

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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