September {Poetry & Pictures}

Hello, dears!

Today I have some more poetry + fall aesthetics for you. I’m really excited about both! I went outside just as the sun was setting the other day to get some September-y photos and then had fun editing to make them even more so. I interspersed a few pictures throughout the poem and added the rest at the end because I couldn’t bear to leave them out. πŸ™‚

If you’re excited for fall, you might enjoy this post! If you’re not – well, maybe you’ll be excited for it now. πŸ˜›

Enjoy, my friends!

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the year is old enough

for a new beginning:

colors fading, wilting, resting

in preparation for the final blaze of battle.

september 15

cornfields are poured into fat metal bins

in golden streams;

rattling weeds beside the road

tune their brittle limbs,

september 3

spinning seeds like notes of hope

on the currents of crisping air

that holds its breath in anticipation

of some great harvest about to

fall to the earth:

september 12

a harvest even the poorest

may gather in abundance –

overflowing baskets full of

the fruit of the year’s labors.

september 10

crinkly brown paper bags

fill with juicy oranges, reds, rusty ambers,

waiting to be shattered into

tangy glass jugs of cider

and steaming mounds of white or yellow

held between two crumbling crusts.

september 11

the rain clings wistfully

to the window panes while

september fills the earth with

the spice of a life both ending

and beginning.

september 1

september 8

september 6

september 13

september 4

Ahhhh! As much as I love summer, I’m getting really excited about fall and the fall feeling. πŸ™‚ I hope this put you more in the mood! (Now hopefully the weather will cooperate and it will actually FEEL like fall here…)

What is your favorite part about fall? Which photo or aesthetic did you like best? What are your thoughts on poetry?

Thanks so much for reading, dears, and have a lovely day!


P. S. Photos taken with my Nikon D3400 and a 35mm lens. Edited with


45 thoughts on “September {Poetry & Pictures}

  1. I loved all of it, so beautiful. My favorite though was probably the grass in the glow of the sunset…. a close second is the shot with the bluury lights in the background glowing.

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  2. These photos are all so aesthetic for fall!! That last one definitely means fall to me. My dad is currently corn-picking AND cutting carrots, which is why we hardly get to see him these days, even on Sundays! 😦 Harvest can be a fun time of year; I love the leaves and even harvest can be enjoyable (riding in the corn-picker with dad, taking in loads of wheat in the trucks, smelling onions being lifted…all are such wonderful parts of harvest) but I’ll be glad when harvest is over and things are more relaxed around here. πŸ˜‰

    Lovely poem, Allison! Those pumpkins are beautiful. ❀

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    1. Ahhh, THANKS. Oh dear, really? (And hey, I didn’t know you guys grew carrots!) I know, that’s the worst part of being farmers, right? Most of the time it’s great because you get to see your dad and family a lot, but then for a few weeks you hardly ever see them…

      Thanks again, dear! It’s lovely to talk to a fellow farm girl. πŸ™‚

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  3. I have been ready for it to feel like fall for a long time, but it is still over 90!!! O_O This was so beautiful. ❀ The pictures made me feel warm and cozy and so did your poems. πŸ™‚ I loved them so so so so much! ❀

    -Laura ❀ πŸ™‚

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    1. UGHH, SAAAAME. *shakes head* It’s basically supposed to be in the 80s and 90s until the FIRST OF OCTOBER here! What?! XD XD
      Ahem. Anyway, I’m super glad you enjoyed the post, dear! Thanks. ❀ ❀

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