September starts as summer ends
but soon the weather make amends
my face is covered ‘gainst the breeze
when nights kiss orange in the trees
September is a time of change
in growing darkness it feels strange
we light the candles as it please
when nights kiss orange in the trees
September gardens are so rich
but at the end, an open ditch
as gone are flowers and my bees
when nights kiss orange in the trees
September beauty in your eyes
In them I see reflected skies
but soon in ice and snow they’ll freeze
when nights kiss orange in the trees
September by T. C. Steele
I went back to the Form for all at dVerse and found the Kyrielle. I thought a hymn to September would fit, as we now have the first taste of real autumn. This is the poem I will link to dVerse Open Link Night that opens 9 PM EST.
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September 17, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Beautiful, and that orange kiss is lovely. Picturesque and vivid. Autumn is a nice time, because I find these days to be favorable for just walking around. Otherwise, we do not have the leaves falling here. It just marks an end to the sultry heat of the summers. 🙂
You would find our summers colder than your winters I guess… but soon we dive into that eternal darkness..
Beautiful poem, Bjorn.
Thank you Misky
what a rhythmic one!
a song .. 🙂
yes ,very true! 🙂
when nights kiss orange in the trees…i love autumn so i am excited for the longer dark and cooler mornings….def like how the rhythym was enchanting in this…..
I love it also.. But come October and November.. Brrr and darkness comes so quickly now… Soon darkness all the time …
This is beautiful, Björn. You have captured the spirit of September as we know it here too. I especially liked the thoughts in the last stanza, showing well that transition from the beauty of September to the chill of winter.
Indeed… it goes rapid in September..
Nice visions by way of words.
oh nice…love me some orange kisses….i love the colors of autumn… she’s such an enchanting lady..
September becomes Indian Summer here in the NW WA state, but def the darkness is upon us; used to drive to & from work in the dark; don’t miss that in my retirement. You amaze me, Bjorn, with your brave forays into various classic forms. I only do so to satisfy the FFA challenges, for the instructive lessons to be had, for the immediate rush of completion, but just do not feel the urge to jump back in most of the formal structures; you are def my hero, sir.
You have whetted my appetite for a Swedish autumn and its orange kisses.
Loved this. The line that you chose to repeat is absolutely stunning. So vivid and I could feel the chill creeping in
Love this part of autumn… but still a little sad because of the cold and dark creeping in.
winter will be here soon where I live, too, and we just picked the last tomatoes before a freeze. good poem, nice rhyme scheme
OK, first Orange is my favorite color. Aside of that, I love that repeating line. I am terrible at trying to follow a form…I know I should try and work on that. This one here though, I really love, Bjorn.
Beautiful Bjorn!
this is a beautiful capture of the slipping of summer and the orange of fall. thank you Bjorn.
I love the form, September imagery & refraining line:
when nights kiss orange in the trees
Beautiful!
So very beautiful.
Gorgeous BR – the orange kisses touched my lips as I read your words.
Love this! Very nicely done.
I always enjoy your writings..and that orange kiss is lovely..just waiting for the moment..
Love the rhythm in this, beautiful.
Such wonderful rhythm and rhyme, a joy to read this Bjorn
The “open ditch” so definitively brings the rich gardens to a humble thunking end. Nicely done. Your poem reminds me of one by Victor Hugo (http://www.victor-hugo.info/poemes/96.html), and your picture of one by Grasset: (http://www.davidsongalleries.com/artists/grasset/grasset-septembre.jpg).
Love the form, the repitition of the last beautiful line…and the whole notion of transitional September… A fine write!
What a nice form and how hard a job. It’s not a secret that rhyming forms are the toughest and thia is a really awesome autumn hymn. I love the orange highlight visible even at night.
I hadn’t heard of Kyrielle, but it does feel like a very melodious way to welcome autumn.
nice poem of Autumn coming..love the repeated line, ‘when nights kiss orange in the trees, lovely
A Kyrielle written as it should be written. Beautiful, Bjorn, and a lovely image created by your refrain, “when nights kiss orange in the trees”. Very nice. And I hope your winter months come not too soon and not too hard. The lack of sunlight sounds very depressing.
It’s really a little depressing… and soon only candles will bring cozyness.. fortunately snow might bring a little extra glow… but not until december usually.
The Kyrielle is a perfect form (and you seem so “at home” in forms) for this homage to September when the days grow longer and orange flames with the passion of a passing year and harvest yield. Lovely.
I love the repetition of the last line, each time. September is my birth month – I can now add ‘when nights kiss orange in the trees’ to ‘seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ to my collection. My dad (also a September child and an artist with paint) would have loved this.
very nice one…
A lovely rhythm and great september refrain. Well done. k.
I flourish in the autumnal trappings, and your “orange kiss” certainly sets the mood quite well, Bjorn. It is a wonderful introduction to this seasonal change. Thank you!
Bjorn, what an enchanting refrain–I live in pretty much the complete opposite–constant green -the tropics definitely throw off any sense of seasons
What a wonderful image of night … I am late getting round to this Open Link night … but am glad I chose this one. I love nature poems and always admire structure in poetry. Nicely done.
Thank you… I have gone through some of the old forms.. and some of them are wonderful to write on.