~Helen Hunt Jackson~
"September days have the warmth of summer in their brief hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn. The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life. The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath, and their shrill and dreamy now hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds, now silent or departed."
~Rowland E. Robinson~
"September fattens on wines . Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough"
~Geoffrey Holt~
~Beverly Ashour~