Poetry of the Year - September

As the last summer rose scatters,
the warm autumn breeze
tastes of apple and blackberry pie,
bounty from the Great Mother
who has given Her body willingly.
Drunken bees cling
to over-ripe, succulent pears,
feasting as the gathering begins.

For trees thirsting is almost over,
as crowns begin to thin out
and the rain and wind returns,
unloved by departing swallows
who murmur as they leave.
Like a second sun,
the harvest moon shines bright
in September’s dark skies.

In this season of fruiting ripeness,
may we manifest abundance,
share our hearts with others
whilst acorns begin to fall
and yellow leaves drift on by.
In this month of plenty,
we offer the Great Mother
sweet blessings as summer fades.

Turning towards mellow Mabon,
with its misty mornings
and clear nights of starlight,
we gather in soft fruit and grain
for the winter yet to come.
As shadows dance in sunlight
and the earth is still warm,
let us savour September’s song.


Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2019

20 thoughts on “September

  1. Deborah, you’ve given me a new word for — and way of thinking of — autumn, long my favorite season: Mabon. I’d never heard of it before and have just googled it and read all about it. Your poem resonates with its meaning, helps to explain my sadness at the approach of bright summer’s end, my pensive readiness for autumn’s ripening and decay, golden bounty and mellow fires, my gratitude for life’s seasonal cycles and gifts, my wonder at the miracle of it all. You brought all of this and more to mind with your beautiful poem.

    Thank you for allowing Gaia to express her infinite power and love through your voice…

    Warm blessings to you,

    1. Thank you so much Jeanie for your gorgeous reply to my latest poem! And what elegant poetical fires you light with your own rich prose … “autumn’s ripening and decay, golden bounty and mellow fires”… so beautiful! Autumn is such a delicious word for me and is often when I find myself in the “Goddesses Kitchen” baking this season’s sweet bounty!

      Re: Mabon. The Goddess & The Green Man (I just love the name!) is a wonderful website I often visit when searching for more information about the Celtic festivals and Wheel of the Year festivals … which takes you to the Mabon page. Oh, and I can vouch for their delicous “Somerset Apple Cake” recipe too! Autumnal blessings, Deborah.

  2. I love that we are both reflecting the turning wheel of the seasons – and reading your work brings a beautiful balance to the changes I’m seeing here in the South ❤️

    1. Likewise Claire, reading your spring-time words today really brought the turning of the Wheel of the Year home for me and how perfectly balanced I then thought our beloved Mother Earth is! Autumnal and springtime blessings, Deborah.

  3. Ah, Sweet September, apples, peaches, and acorns. Thank you for another beautiful monthly poem, Deborah. It’s strangely October-like here in this world of global warming, so I’ve moved my Monarch nursery into my office. It’s nice hanging out with them and warmth hastens their development. They need to get going to make the fall migration to Mexico. Acorns are already falling on the forest floor which is welcome for many wild things who store and eat them in the winter. Rain is on the way tonight, so bright colored forest mushrooms will follow. I just planted the last greens in the garden–lettuces, arugula, bok choy, and mustard greens which I started in shade close to the house when the weather was too warm for them. How quickly the season changes between Lammas and Fall Equinox. The compensation? It’s apple season! Sending you love for finding beauty and sensory joy in every season.

    1. Thank you so much Elaine for your rich and fruitful reply! When I started this journey last year at the Winter Equinox (Dec 21st), I had no idea how the journeying would go and how each poem for each month would turn out. I mostly walked around woodlands (as I did as a child) with my note book and pen in hand, recording sights, scents and sounds … and so to have reached autumn feels like I’ve already been on such a long, homeward journey!

      Much like your “hanging out with the Monarchs” on the inside! A simply wonderful task, especially as its so cold outside in your neck of the woods! Oh, I love that you’re working with the Goddess Psyche so closely! It’s lovely to hear your current garden news and what you’re planting and harvesting at the moment. Yes, we’re now entering the “apple” season of sweet September! I love it and all the delicious ways to cook with its harvest! Autumnal blessings, Deborah.

  4. Oh it was well worth the wait thank you Deborah! Your poetry sets me up for the month, not only for your evocative and image-ful words, but also because I truly sense the transitoriness of the seasons as they come and go, go and come, beckoning towards another time and space. The songs of the creatures and critters change their tune, changing their direction, some burrowing beneath, others flying elsewhere, always returning … I so enjoy your manifesting abundance Deborah in the way that you. Have a lovely week & month. Love, light and laughter, Susan

    1. Thank you so much Susan for your love, light, laughter and most generous reply! Yes, the transitoriness of the seasons are upon us once more … and how autumn feels like its only “one” fleeting moment on the Wheel of the Year … with its sudden bursts and blasts of colour and fireworks!

      Ah, “the songs of the creatures and critters” I love that and it’s so true when we stop and listen to the multitude of sounds that surround us, above and below! William Blake wrote “Everything that lives is holy.” … and it’s so true! Autumnal (and spring-time) blessings, Deborah.

  5. Deborah, you capture the beauty of September beautifully with your enchanting poem. When the harvest moon rises in the middle of the month, I’m sure the foxes will be dancing with delight as the aroma of a thousand apple & blackberry pies reach them. All the best, Anna.

    1. That’s lovely, thank you so much Anna for your beautiful words! Ha-Ha! What a delightful image you’ve painted in words … foxes in early autumn, dancing in delight, under harvest moonlight and the aroma of a thousand apple pies! Autumn blessings, Deborah.

  6. Thank You, dear Deborah, for giving me wings again to float into the next season. to put it bluntly, I love summer so much and always become a little sad when it’s over, but with your wonderful verses, I’ll surely feel much better to confront the cold time 😉
    Have a great time dear friend <3

    1. Aww, thank you so much Aladin for the gift of your generous, kind-hearted words! I love the month of September … with the earth still warm and sun shining for most of the day! My garden is a flutter today filled with bees, birds and butterflies all searching for pollen and food. Autumn blessings, Deborah.

  7. Ahh… that is a beautiful reminder to enjoy the present moment – nothing lasts forever so let’s soak up those colours before they fade!

    1. Oh, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is a deep poem with many reflective meanings. It always reminds me that the most precious things in life often happen in the blink of an eye! Yes, let us all enjoy the beautiful colours of autumn.

  8. Deborah this is a wonderful picture of early Autumn. I particularly love the lines in the final verse – “Turning towards Mellow Mabon”….this immediately brings into my mind a vision of the gentle yellows of September, the soft light of the golden hour, layers of early morning mist rising over the valley and winding its way through the trees and of course the warm colours of the harvest moon.

    I look out my window at the silver birch whose leaves are already turning a gentle yellow – a hot summer and a mild autumn usually means we shall get rich reds and golds later in the season…we’ve already had the first ingredient so hopefully the weather will stay mild and we will be treated to a fiery palette of colour in October!

    Thank you for your beautifully poetic words – what a lovely way to begin the first day of Autumn here – I look forward to seeing what word art Octobers rich palette conjures up! Love Sophia

    1. Thank you so much Sophia for your beautiful, poetical review of my early autumn poem! Yes, mellow yellow is positively the colour for September and the first welcome ingredient (love that!) in autumn’s rich palette. I love being outside in the “golden hour” of every day … it’s about 6.30pm at the moment.

      If hot summers and mild autumns bring forth that deep, rich palette of reds, russets and browns, I’m looking forward to writing October’s poem already! It’s such a beautiful, multi-coloured time to be in the woodlands, can’t wait!

      Alongside Keats incredible autumn poem “To Autumn” another favourite verse of mine at this time of the year has to be, “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost. I’ll post it below. Autumn blessings, Deborah.

      Nothing Gold Can Stay

      Nature’s first green is gold,
      Her hardest hue to hold.
      Her early leaf’s a flower;
      But only so an hour.
      Then leaf subsides to leaf.
      So Eden sank to grief,
      So dawn goes down to day.
      Nothing gold can stay.

  9. A delicious ‘Ode to September’……well written, Deborah. Fantastic word choices that echo Keats and his ‘season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’. Thank you for sharing your beautiful psalm of nature’s gifts. Right, I’m off to the orchard and hedgerows to find me some apples and blackberries!! HF

    1. Ha-Ha! I’m making (yet another!) apple and blackberry pie this afternoon! I do hope yours turns out well Henry, upload a photo so I can see! And thank you so much for your kind-hearted reply as “To Autumn” is probably the best autumn poem ever written so even the vaguest of likenesses is gratefully received. Hmm, I’ll post Keats impressive poem below so others can reap its beauty! Autumnal blessings, Deborah.

      To Autumn

      Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
      Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
      Conspiring with him how to load and bless
      With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
      To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
      And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
      With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
      And still more, later flowers for the bees,
      Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

      Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
      Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
      Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
      Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
      Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
      Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
      And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
      Steady thy laden head across a brook;
      Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

      Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
      Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
      While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
      And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
      Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
      Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
      And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
      Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
      The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

      By John Keats

        1. Oh thanks for sharing this Henry! I can’t wait to listen. Have a great day “scrumping and foraging” much fruit. Lots of sloe-berries out there too!

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