September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.
This is plenty. This is more than enough.
From the poem:
September Song by Geoffrey Hill
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Stories about the Garden and the Birds in our Backyard in Southern California. Also the Birds and Gardens we see on our Adventures away from the Homefront.
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