Thursday, 14 September 2017

The Light of September

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I may have posted this poem before, but it's so beautiful, I'll post again. 

To The Light of September - WS Mervin

When you are already here 
you appear to be only 
a name that tells of you 
whether you are present or not 

and for now it seems as though 
you are still summer 
still the high familiar 
endless summer 
yet with a glint 
of bronze in the chill mornings 
and the late yellow petals 
of the mullein fluttering 
on the stalks that lean 
over their broken 
shadows across the cracked ground 

but they all know 
that you have come 
the seed heads of the sage 
the whispering birds 
with nowhere to hide you 
to keep you for later 

who fly with them 

you who are neither 
before nor after 
you who arrive 
with blue plums 
that have fallen through the night 

perfect in the dew


  1. Ah, Siobahn, thank you - what a lovely piece. We're just back from a few days at our friends' house in the mountains where we went for a stroll one evening in the golden September light...and gathered a bowl of blue plums from where they'd fallen (and stole a few!). Goosebumps.

    1. Glad you enjoyed it Alan! Blue plums - what a coincidence ha! Sounds lovely.


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