by Ivor (Bertie) Gurney (1890 - 1937)

Late September
Language: English 
The trees are breathing quietly to-day
Of coming Autumn and the Summer over;
Pause of high Summer when the year's at stay
And the wind's sick, that moves now like a lover.

On valley ridges where the beeches cluster,
Or changing ashes set by slopes of plough,
He goes; now sure of heart now in a fluster
Of teasing purpose. Night shall find him grow

To dark strength and relentless-spoiling will.
First he loves baffle streams and dull the bright;
Cower and threaten both about the hill --
Before their death trees blast in full delight.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-03-09
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Word count: 95