September Midnights

Album cover art for "September Midnights" by Ghizela Rowe

Ghizela Rowe - Pop

September Midnights

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Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects Ceaseless, insistent The grasshopper's horn, and far-off, high in the maples The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence Under a moon waning and worn, broken Tired with summer Let me remember you, voices of little insects Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us Snow-hushed and heavy Over my soul murmur your mute benediction While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to Lest they forget them

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  • Sara Teasdale