Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,
And, behold, for repayment,
September comes in with the wind of the West
And the Spring in her raiment!
The ways of the frost have been filled of the flowers,
While the forest discovers
Wild wings, with the halo of hyaline hours,
And the music of lovers.
September, the maid with the swift, silver feet!
She glides, and she graces
The valleys of coolness, the slopes of the heat,
With her blossomy traces;
Sweet month, with a mouth that is made of a rose,
She lightens and lingers
In spots where the harp of the evening glows,
Attuned by her fingers.
The stream from its home in the hollow hill slips
In a darling old fashion;
And the day goeth down with a song on its lips
Whose key-note is passion;
Far out in the fierce, bitter front of the sea
I stand, and remember
Dead things that were brothers and sisters of thee,
Resplendent September.
The West, when it blows at the fall of the noon
And beats on the beaches,
Is filled with a tender and tremulous tune
That touches and teaches;
The stories of Youth, of the burden of Time,
And the death of Devotion,
Come back with the wind, and are themes of the rhyme
In the waves of the ocean.
We, having a secret to others unknown,
In the cool mountain-mosses,
May whisper together, September, alone
Of our loves and our losses.
One word for her beauty, and one for the grace
She gave to the hours;
And then we may kiss her, and suffer her face
To sleep with the flowers.
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Oh, season of changes — of shadow and shine —
September the splendid!
My song hath no music to mingle with thine,
And its burden is ended;
But thou, being born of the winds and the sun,
By mountain, by river,
Mayst lighten and listen, and loiter and run,
With thy voices for ever.
Notes
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/38361-Henry-Kendall-The-Austral-Months
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An excellent poem by Henry Kandall. I live in Australia and can relate to the imagery provided but my favourite poem of Kendalls is still "Bellbirds"
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Allowing for the reversal of seasons in the antipodes this is a timely poem for us Brits.
Kendall has obviously taken a long hard look at the weather patterns for he describes them so well. -
I agree. "Mountains" in my opinion is a better description of nature and a divine poem.
Anyways lovely to see Kendall on the featured.
-Tate -
Oh, season of changes -- of shadow and shine
He is so correct in his description of September, the warmth of the sun is returning, the shadows becoming shorter, A beautiful month in Australia, and a beautiful eloquent description by Mr Kendall. A master of nature's description.
Von
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