“But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues; vines, leaves
the uneaten fruits crumbling
damply in the shadows.
“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year.
The morning of the first September was
crisp and golden as an apple...”
― J.K. Rowling,
Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!
“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...
the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown
along the street...by a gusty wind,
and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.”
Gold of a ripe oat straw, gold of a southwest moon,
Canada thistle blue and flimmering larkspur blue,
Tomatoes shining in the October sun with red hearts,
Shining five and six in a row on a wooden fence.