“This morning, the sun endures past dawn. I realise that it is August—the summer’s last stand.”
~ Sara Baume (b. 1984)
August
Poets
June
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses.
The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Maud Hart Lovelace (b. April 25, 1892 – d. March 11, 1980)
Happy New Year!
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
~T.S. Eliot (b. September 26, 1888 – d. January 4, 1965)
Closing of the Year
“December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.”
~ Fennel Hudson, British author
September
“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures.”
~ Lea Malot, French author & poet
Oh, the summer night
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Bryan Procter (b. November 21, 1787 – d. October 5, 1874)
November
“The house was very quiet, and the fog—we are in November now—pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”
― E.M. Forster (b. January 1, 1879 – d. June 7, 1970)
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