Wednesday, 1 September 2010

September


Where the ripe pears droop heavily
The yellow wasp hums loud and long
His hot and drowsy autumn song:
A yellow flame he seems to be,
When darting suddenly from high
He lights where fallen peaches lie.

William Sharpe

8 comments:

Green thumb said...

Happy September Simone!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem!
xxx

Rosie said...

What a lovely poem for the 1st of September - thanks for sharing it:)

Suzanne said...

Lovely picture!I wish you have a very happy september!
The poem is beautiful!

magsmcc said...

Perfect! I feel as tired as the tone of this poem- without the last burst of energy that would be most welcome just about now! And that's after only two days back in the term-time routine! In need of some fallen peaches here, methinks! With cream cheese...

Kitten's Lost Her Mittens said...

Gorgeous photo!

Louise said...

I used to hate pears, now I love 'em. What a lovely juicy looking crop. I agree, it's a great photo. I like the ditty too. x

Tillybud said...

Love this poem - so autumnal and atmospheric.

Teresa said...

Fabulous photo!

Every time I visit your blog and see that Cherry and Sultana Cake my mouth waters ;-)