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
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Happy September Simone!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this beautiful poem!
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What a lovely poem for the 1st of September - thanks for sharing it:)
ReplyDeleteLovely picture!I wish you have a very happy september!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is beautiful!
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...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photo!
ReplyDeleteI 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
ReplyDeleteLove this poem - so autumnal and atmospheric.
ReplyDeleteFabulous photo!
ReplyDeleteEvery time I visit your blog and see that Cherry and Sultana Cake my mouth waters ;-)