Last Day of September...

 "Autumn.....the year's last, loveliest smile...." -John Howard Bryant

 "AUTUMN" by John Clare ( 1793-1864) One of the finest nature poets in Literature...I just love this poem.

 The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,

 On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,

 The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;

 Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

 The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread

 The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.

 The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,

 And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

 Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun.

 And the rivers we're eyeing burn to god as they run.

 Burning hot is the ground....

 Liquid gold is the air;

 Whoever looks round sees Eternity there......

 "Listen the wind is rising. The air is wild with leaves.We have had our Summer evenings. Now for October eves!" -Humbert Wolfe

 Photographs 2018