We know that in September,
we will wander through warm winds of summer's wreckage
Tuesday, 1 September 2026
There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us,
allowing them to fall away like dried leaves.
There is no better time to dance again,
to make the most of every crumb of sunlight
and warm body and soul with its rays
before it falls asleep
and becomes only a dim light bulb in the skies
September Gurls Song by The Bangles
September girlsDo so muchAnd for so long'Till we touchedI love you, boyNever mindI've been cryingAll the time
December boys got it badDecember boys got it bad
September girlsI don't know whyHow can I denyWhat's insideEven though IKeep awayThey will loveAll our days
Mirage
Love is alive or is it just a passing fantasy
Make me believe
That you will not deceive my eyes
Will it begin?
In an illusion where the truth gets thrown
Lesson to learn inside a desert heart tonight
Is this emotion in a lover's camouflage?
Or is it just a mirage
We move so close and yet so far away
Just a mirage...
The fascination of a flame
Don't give it away
If two can play
You know I'll find you there
Looking for you
I go where angels fear to tread
Mystery known it comes and goes
All through the heart of you
Telling me lies
I should have known that you would hide
Do you hide the fear inside a lover's camoflague?
Or is it just a mirage
In this romance is there a ghost of a chance
Just a mirage
And though I concentrate on you
The candle burns at both ends
And summer heat can make you restless as the wind
So wild and free but seasons change
Where will you be when summer ends
There is no better time than the autumn to begin forgetting the things that trouble us,
allowing them to fall away like dried leaves.
There is no better time to dance again,
to make the most of every crumb of sunlight
and warm body and soul with its rays
before it falls asleep
and becomes only a dim lightbulb in the skies
September
I bear the Scales,
where hang in equipoise
The night and day;
and when unto my lips I put my trumpet,
with its stress and noise
Fly the white clouds
like tattered sails of ships;
The tree-tops lash the air with sounding whips;
Southward the clamorous sea-fowl wing their flight;
The hedges are all red with haws and hips,
The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night.
Heartbeat Song by George Michael
Another summerAnother vacation is overA September morning,With the sun and the smell of the clover
Down by the gateWe sit and we watch all our friends go byAnd pretend we don't hear the bell,That rings through the summer sky
Autumn
Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
For man, Autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
Life is a dream, and Autumn is a dream within a dream!
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.
The most beautiful carpet is the carpet made of autumn leaves!
September Song by Earth, Wind & Fire
Do you rememberThe 21st night of September?Love was changin' the minds of pretendersWhile chasin' the clouds away
Our hearts were ringin'In the key that our souls were singin'As we danced in the night, rememberHow the stars stole the night away, oh, yeah
Holdin' hands with your heart to see youOnly blue talk and love, rememberHow we knew love was here to stay
Now DecemberFound the love that we shared in SeptemberOnly blue talk and love, rememberThe true love we share today
Hey, hey, heyBa-dee-ya, say, do you remember?Ba-dee-ya, dancin' in SeptemberBa-dee-ya, never was a cloudy dayThere was aBa-dee-ya (dee-ya, dee-ya), say, do you remember?Ba-dee-ya (dee-ya, dee-ya), dancin' in SeptemberBa-dee-ya (dee-ya, dee-ya), golden dreams were shiny days
The bell was ringin', oh, ohOur souls were singin'Do you remember never a cloudy day? Yow
Endless Summer Nights - Song by Richard Marx
Summer came and left without a warningAll at once I looked and you were goneAnd now you're looking back at meSearching for a way that we can be like we were before
Now I'm back to what I knew before youSomehow the city doesn't look the sameI'd give my life for one more nightOf having you here to hold me tight; oh, pleaseTake me there againOh, oh
I still recall the walks along the beachesAnd the way your hair would glisten in the sunRising in the afternoonMaking love to you under the moon, oh
Do you remember all the nights we spent in silenceEvery single breath you took was mineWe can have it all againSay that you'll be with me when the sun brings your heart to mineOh, oh
There's only so much I can saySo please don't run away from what we have togetherIt's only you and me tonightSo let's stay lost in flightOh, won't you please surrender
And I remember how you loved meTime was all we had until the day we said goodbyeI remember every moment of those endless summer nights
September
September (from Latin septem, "seven") was originally the seventh of ten months in the oldest known Roman calendar, the calendar of Romulus c. 750 BC, with March (Latin Martius) the first month of the year until perhaps as late as 451 BC.
After the calendar reform that added January and February to the beginning of the year, September became the ninth month but retained its name. It had 29 days until the Julian reform, which added a day.
September's birthstone is the sapphire.
The birth flowers are the forget-me-not, morning glory and aster.
The zodiac signs are Virgo (until September 22) and Libra (September 23 onward).
End Of Summer
Summer came and left without a warning
The candle burns at both ends
And summer heat can make you restless as the wind
So wild and free but seasons change
Where will you be when summer ends
Another summerAnother vacation is overA September morning,With the sun and the smell of the clover
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that you said?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
We know that in September, we will wander through warm winds of summer's wreckage
It was a lovely afternoon—such an afternoon as only September can produce when summer has stolen back for one more day of dream and glamour
There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green and the days are still warm,
but somehow you know that it is all about to end,
as if summer was holding its breath,
and when it let it out again, it would be autumn
the best of the summer gone,
and the new fall not yet born.
The odd uneven time.
September tries its best to have us forget summer
in memory of golden summer hours
and whispers of a summer sea.
By all these lovely tokens,
September days are here.
With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer
Autumn Haiku
The cheerful-chirping cricket
contends gray autumn's gay,
contemptuous of frost
—Matsuo Basho,
Illuminated by the harvest moon
smoke is caught creeping
across the water ...
—Hattori Ransetsu,
An empty road
lonelier than abandonment:
this autumn evening
—Matsuo Basho,
A solitary crow
clings to a leafless branch:
autumn twilight
—Matsuo Basho,
Brief autumn breeze ...
she always wanted to pluck
the reddest roses
—Issa,
Taming the rage
of an unrelenting sun—
autumn breeze.
—Basho,
The sun sets,
relentlessly red,
yet autumn’s in the wind.
—Basho,
As autumn deepens,
a butterfly sips
chrysanthemum dew.
—Basho,
This strange flower
investigated by butterflies and birds:
the autumn sky
—Matsuo Basho
Cooling the pitiless sun’s
bright red flames:
autumn wind.
—Matsuo Basho
Saying farewell to others
while being told farewell:
departing autumn.
—Matsuo Basho
Traveling this road alone:
autumn evening.
—Matsuo Basho
Thin from its journey
and not yet recovered:
late harvest moon.
—Matsuo Basho
This world—
to what may we compare it?
To autumn fields
lying darkening at dusk
illuminated by lightning flashes.
—Minamoto no Shitago
Sick of this autumn migration
in dreams I drift
over flowerless fields ...
―Matsuo Basho
Denied transformation
into a butterfly,
autumn worsens for the worm
—Matsuo Basho
Picking autumn plums
my wrinkled hands
once again grow fragrant
―Yosa Buson
A crow has settled
on a naked branch―
autumn nightfall
―Basho
Sick of its autumn migration
my spirit drifts
over wilted fields ...
―Matsuo Basho
The first morning of autumn:
the mirror I investigate
reflects my father’s face
―Masaoka Shiki
Brittle autumn leaves
crumble to dust
in the freezing wind.
—Takao
Dewdrops beading blades of grass
have so little time to shine before dawn;
let the autumn wind not rush too quickly through the field!
—Eihei Dogen Kigen
September
Another summerAnother vacation is overA September morning,With the sun and the smell of the clover
Down by the gateWe sit and we watch all our friends go byAnd pretend we don't hear the bell,That rings through the summer sky.
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Summer has come and passedThe innocent can never lastWake me up when September ends
Like my fathers come to passSeven years has gone so fastWake me up when September ends
Here comes the rain againFalling from the starsDrenched in my pain againBecoming who we are
As my memory restsBut never forgets what I lostWake me up when September ends
Ring out the bells againLike we did when spring beganWake me up when September ends
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Do you rememberThe 21st night of September?Love was changin' the minds of pretendersWhile chasin' the clouds away
Our hearts were ringin'In the key that our souls were singin'As we danced in the night, rememberHow the stars stole the night away, oh, yeah
Holdin' hands with your heart to see youOnly blue talk and love, rememberHow we knew love was here to stay
Now DecemberFound the love that we shared in SeptemberOnly blue talk and love, rememberThe true love we share today
Hey, hey, heyBa-dee-ya, say, do you remember?Ba-dee-ya, dancin' in SeptemberBa-dee-ya, never was a cloudy dayThere was aBa-dee-ya (dee-ya, dee-ya), say, do you remember?Ba-dee-ya (dee-ya, dee-ya), dancin' in SeptemberBa-dee-ya (dee-ya, dee-ya), golden dreams were shiny days
The bell was ringin', oh, ohOur souls were singin'Do you remember never a cloudy day? Yow
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September girlsDo so muchAnd for so long'Till we touchedI love you, boyNever mindI've been cryingAll the time
December boys got it badDecember boys got it bad
September girlsI don't know whyHow can I denyWhat's insideEven though IKeep awayThey will loveAll our days
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By all these lovely tokens,
September days are here.
With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer
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September tries its best to have us forget summer
There is a clarity about September ... the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big
September is the other January.
September has come, it is hers whose vitality leaps in the autumn, whose nature prefers trees without leaves and a fire in the fireplace
Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul ... but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October
September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn
We know that in September, we will wander through warm winds of summer's wreckage
It was a lovely afternoon—such an afternoon as only September can produce when summer has stolen back for one more day of dream and glamour
I bear the Scales, where hang in equipoise
The night and day; and whenunto my lips
I put my trumpet, with its stress and noise
Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of ships;
The tree-tops lash the air with sounding whips;
Southward the clamorous sea-fowl wing their flight;
The hedges are all red with haws and hips,
The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night.There is a time in late September when the leaves are still green and the days are still warm,
but somehow you know that it is all about to end,
as if summer was holding its breath,
and when it let it out again, it would be autumn
All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made
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