Abstract Fine Art Photograph by Sheril Wright
September, the eternal lady with two lovers. Enflamed by the blazing eyes of Summer, she burns bright, reckless and wonderful. But... her eyes soon wander. Autumn woos, begging her allegiance to shift. The allure of a cool and steadier love is too tempting...
Sapphire
September, the eternal lady with two lovers. Enflamed by the blazing eyes of Summer, she burns bright, reckless and wonderful. But... her eyes soon wander. Autumn woos, begging her allegiance to shift. The allure of a cool and steadier love is too tempting...
Sapphire
"The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook,
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
with yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
T'is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget."
-Helen Hunt Jackson, September
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