september...
 

 

 

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.


- Geoffrey Hill, September Song
 

 

 

 
 

 
 

 

 
 
 
 

 

 
 

 
 

 

 
 

 
 

 

 

 

 
 

 the dawn redwood... i meant to put it into the ground, but i love having it close, so it's still in a pot