"Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune
Than ever in the summer; from the trees
Dusk-green, and murmuring inward melodies
No leaf drops yet; only our evenings swoon
In pallid skies more suddenly, and the moon
Finds motionless white mists out on the leas."
- Edward Dowden, In September
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Great choice of poem, and beautiful picture!
Hi Sophie,
I have just tagged you in a game from the writer’s campaign – just a bit of fun – please see my post (11th Sept) on http://joanna77juliet.wordpress.com for more information.
JoAnna (Helen Clancy)
That poem is beautiful, and truly sums up the days of September.
We’re both in the same LIterary Fiction group of Crusaders.