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On crisp September sunrise mornings mist floats from farm fields as grey-decaying, falling down barns stand stoically against the ages. Ambling slowly from pasture to fence edge cattle play follow-the-leader, their breath hanging in the cold morning air. Backpack laden, school-bus-waiting children at end-of-driveway-shelters stand self-absorbed in their own private world. All along dew-drenched, empty county roads once summer green corn fields have turned to autumn gold their harvest taken, their stalks ploughed into clods of brown earth providing an unseen harvest for gulls and geese. Come September the sun shifts its path in the evening sky. At infinity’s edge lake sunsets come earlier where the water meets the horizon. Wind ripples the surface of the fast running river as salmon push their way in from the lake towards the daunting dam. Along the empty wet sand shore, waves wander in with the wind to ruffle rocks at beach edge sending them clattering and clacking, stone over stone smoothing and shining one another. Summer has slipped into autumn while northwest winds strip the colour from tired trees. The serenity of September settles on Southampton.

I have been given the gift of seasons.

I take it with gratitude and humility knowing it is given without debt.


*Written last September (obviously) A little early in the season, but, over the last three weeks it has felt like September up here. Posted on the first day of summer. I like the irony of it.  


Written by metropolitanhomesickblues

June 20, 2008 at 8:52 PM

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  1. Great post. Words are hard to describe it, but you said it beautifully.

    Eric 🙂

    Eric Olsen

    June 21, 2008 at 7:43 AM

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