A lovely walk in the Hertfordshire countryside with a friend and their dog marked the end of August for me. These two poems came to mind. The first reminds me that our physical presence impacts upon nature as we develop our leisurely appreciation of it, while the latter jolts me into the sensory reality of those cooler, damper days to come… An end is marked and a beginning awaits.
Woods,etc. by Alice Oswald (first verse) from the book with the same title as poem
footfall, which is a means so steady
and in small sections wanders through the mind
unnoticed, because it beats constantly,
sweeping together the loose tacks of sound.
And this poem called September Rain by Helen Dunmore (first verse) from Inside the Wave
Always rain, September rain,
The slipstream of the season,
Night of the equinox, the change.