September Winds

September asters...

September comes with cooler breeze
That teases flowers, rustles leaves.
Warm by day, by night deceives,
Its temperate hand from heat relieves.

Birch and maples hint of gold,
Their vibrant green, hard-pressed to hold,
Will soon be snatched by wind too cold,
Replaced by orange and red, so bold.

The land is hushed, but busy still,
Pondering harvest, gardens tilled,
Except for pumpkin patches willed
To jack-o-lanterns, when they’re filled.

There’s something in September’s wind
That brings us close to earth again,
Preparing us for Summer’s end,
And Winter that’s just round the bend.

I’ll take these days–full, crisp and clear–
O’er summers heat, so hard to bear.
The scent of Autumn’s in the air,
Fall’s tapestry will soon hang there.

© 2008 Nancy J. Bond


Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

12 thoughts on “September Winds”

  1. Ah, lovely Nancy! I’ll take these crisp cool days over summer’s heat too (not that we’ve had much summer heat in Chicago this year.) We seem to have skipped summer entirely this year, which is just fine with me.

    Thanks, Linda — oh yes, I’ll take cool and clear over the heat any day! :)

  2. Oh Nancy, this is beautifully composed! I love it! I ‘used’ to love to write poetry. Haven’t even tried lately, but maybe when the weather gets so that I’m stuck inside all the time I’ll have more time to ‘think’;-) I am happy to feel a drop in the temp here too…although for us, it’s probably temporary. We often have humidity through Sept. Lately it’s been gorgeous and NO humidity. I wish it would stay this way all year long, but with a more summer-like garden!

    Thank you, Jan — you should definitely write again! I do enjoy writing poetry; I love the rhythm and rhyme. :) I hope your weather stays on the cool side — we could easily have a few more hot days yet, but this week is just about as perfect as it gets.

  3. Nancy, that’s beautiful. The photo is wonderful, too! My asters are just starting to open.

    Thanks, Kylee! One of the most beautiful displays of wild asters I’ve ever seen was in the field behind my daughter’s house. It’s been allowed to grow up a bit (their little acre) since their ride-on mower has been uncooperative, and there’s a sea of lavender asters there. Gorgeous…and no, I didn’t get a photo. Grr.

  4. Nancy girl how can anyone NOT love September .. and October especially !!
    That is a gorgeous picture of the asters .. soft and glowing .. it is simply and totally relaxing when you look at it .
    Joy : )

    In the past, September has been my least favourite month of the year — I ADORE Autumn, but don’t care for those few weeks of change-over, if you know what I mean. But, having said that, after the heat and humidity we seem to suffer through every summer now here in the Annapolis Valley, I can’t wait for August to end! Too hot for this from-the-seaside gal. :-)

  5. Your poem is so descriptive of the advent of autumn. Lovely writing. Are those Michaelmas Daisies? I used to live in New York State and that’s what we called this kind of wild daisy that bloomed in September just before the frosts.

    Hello Mary — the flowers are wild asters. I’m unsure of the exact genus as there are many different ones here in Nova Scotia. The asters are the latest blooming wild flowers we have here. You can spot them as in early to mid-September, in profuse bundles of lavender to blue to pink and also whites. They colour the countryside until the frost takes them, usually in November, depending on the year. The most common asters in Nova Scotia, according to info I found online, are: the umbellatus, the acuminatus, the nemoralis, the lateriflorus, and radula. I have no idea which these ones are, but someone else might. :) (Jodi?)

  6. I liked your choice of this poem. Though, for us this far south, that describes October or November. Still, it is nice to think about cool, crisp weather.

    Always Growing

    Our days are still beautiful, but the nights are distinctly cool. Parts of the Maritime provinces have already had frost warnings — full moon and all. :)

  7. Oh, I’m so excited cause I knew it was your poem from the get go–I love it. I didn’t peek to see the author till the end.

    My favorite part!

    The land is hushed, but busy still,
    Pondering harvest, gardens tilled,
    Except for pumpkin patches willed
    To jack-o-lanterns, when they’re filled.

    Thanks, Anna — I’m glad you enjoyed it. :) And thank you for taking the time to comment!

  8. “Fall’s tapestry will soon hang here.” You’re right-er than you might know, as I believe things have begun turning already! My burning bushes began about a week or so ago. I’m almost not quite ready, if that makes sense. It can be hard to let go of summer, can’t it? (Esp. this cool, wet summer.)

    You do have a special way with words. Your poetry easily creates images while I read. :-)

    Thanks so much for your kind words, Shady. :) Yes, we traveled to New Brunswick last weekend and there were hints of colour in the hardwoods there. It’s funny how the weather differs from place to place — we’ve had hot and humid here for most of the summer (August especially) and I’m more than happy to see Summer depart — though I don’t like wishing the days away, for sure.

  9. What a lovely poem, Nancy. While I fully understand your feelings about September, to me, it is the beginning of the end of summer . I am one who wishes it would be summer year round. Guess it comes from growing up in the sunny south.

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