I was keeping this until later in the year,but a post on another blog reminded me that our autumn days can also be in February. So here’s my September Song:
Now my summer’s going on September
And the sun still gilds my days
But the evenings shiver drawing in
And the morning mists -
Mourning missed opportunities -
Haze the days.
The gibbous harvest moon
Warns me to keep my fruitful promise.
I am thanksgiving.
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This is great and thanks for the pingback.
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A beautiful photograph and poem. I shall have to print it out.