The air is different today
The wind sings with a new tone
Sighing of change coming
Alban Elfed Rhawk
Beautiful September. Summer is gently easing into the season of mists and glorious colours. Trees still preserve their green freshness, but from time to time a yellow leaf appears here and there. The nights are drawing in and the crisp air in the mornings slowly warms up in the amber glow of the hazy sun. The days have the warmth of summer but the nights are wrapped in the coolness brought by the breath of autumn. I love this season of change, crisp and golden, warm and fresh, sweet and full of joy.
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
'T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.
Helen Hunt Jackson
If you would like to see any of the images and read the stories behind them, please us the links below. There are also a few outtakes that didn't make it as a picture of the day, but which I found hard to part with.
