"September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours,
But in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-
~ September Days : Rowland E. Robinson, Vermont
3 comments:
The final heat spells do make the humidity worse. I am not a fan of fall but do take it in stride. You have leaves changing colors. We do not but maybe in a couple of weeks it will happen.
Beautiful poem, but a little sad...
I like the month of September.
All the best Jan
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