SEPTEMBER 1918

"The summer ended.Day by day and taking its time, the summer ended..." -James Baldwin

SEPTEMBER 1918 by Amy Lowell (1874-1925)

This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight.

The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves:

The sidewalks shone like alleys of dropped maple leaves, and the houses ran along them.....

laughing out of square, open windows.

Under a tree in the park, two little boys, lying flat on their faces,

were carefully gathering red berries

to put in a pasteboard box.

Some day there will be NO WAR........

Then I shall take out this afternoon

And turn it in my fingers,

And remark the sweet taste of it upon my palate,

And note the crisp variety of its flights of leaves

today I can only gather it and put it into my lunch box

For I have time for nothing

But the endeavor to balance myself

Upon a broken world........

Photographs 2021

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