Wasps haunt the orchard:
With a sigh, a lone leaf falls;
Time flies, says the heart.
September is for me a warm, golden month tinged with sadness for past beauty.
I always feel reluctant to leave it, unwilling to move into the mists of damp October.
Here is a poem which also says what I feel....
Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
September speaks of times past, of last chances, of the need to sit in the sun while it still shines.
Yet so often it is more comfortable than the unpredictable English summer!
Seize the day!
Time flies, says the heart....