September

"Lord, it is time. The summer was very big.

Lay thy shadow on the sundials, and on the meadows let the winds go loose.

Command the last fruits that they shall be full;

give them another two more southerly days, press them on to fulfillment and drive

the last sweetness into the heavenly wine."

~Rainer Maria Rilke~

"Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,

The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth

And you walk under the red light of fall

The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain

The sharp, gentle chill of fall.

Here as we move into the shadows of autumn

The night that brings the morning of spring

Come to us, Lord of Harvest

Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us ..."

"By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,

With summer’s best of weather

And autumn’s best of cheer."

~Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885~