Sunday, September 12, 2010

as summer's end is nigh


when summer's end is nighing
and skies at evening cloud
i muse on change and fortune


from hill and cloud and heaven
night welled through lane and hollow
and hushed the countryside



and i with earth and nightfall -
they came and were and are not


all words excerpted from a. e. housman's poem: when summer's end is nighing

15 comments:

Noelle Renee said...

Lovely evening photos Steven and a sweet excerpt from Houseman. A nice duet!
Noelle

Elisabeth said...

The pink of night fall here is luscious, Steven. It harks to the end of summer. Thanks.

Richard Jesse Watson said...

I love this poem with its unexpected turnings and simple clarity. Your photos are picture perfect. You are a master of mood, Steven.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Housman is a favourite with me too Steven. Yes, once school is back then summer is ending - hope your log pile is all ready.

Lorenzo said...

I love that new header photo, Steven. As always, you have such a great and sentient eye for capturing these tiny masterpieces that surround us yet normally go unseen and unkown.

ellen abbott said...

were that summer were nighing around here.

steven said...

noelle thankyou. i love those evenings when the air gets a certain edge as it catches a space right between light and dark. steven

steven said...

elisabeth - i notice the seasonal changes are reflected in the quality and colour of light. especially in the early morning and early evening. steven

steven said...

hello richard! i feel a bit like im doing something wrong when i pick and choose phrases from the incredible writing of great writers. but it helps carry the space. steven

steven said...

ha weaver - how did you know! the weather is / has changed and evenings are much cooler now. i wore long pants last week for the first time in five months. steven

steven said...

lorenzo thanks i'm glad you like it also! my wish is to see with my writing as i do with my eyes. steven

steven said...

ellen - i remember that same feeling here last summer. it's as if there is a big pile of unfinished work when summer doesn't happen as you'd wish. steven

Linda Sue said...

whoa! did you just chuck a tin of bright paint into the sky? Well done I say!

steven said...

linda sue, a rainy rainy day ending with sun pushing bravely through clouds in the west and the light - wlel beams of gold and washes of tangerine, salmon and deep pink! gifts!!!! steven

Golden West said...

The sky in the first two pictures looks like something straight out of a Maxfield Parrish painting. I read once that his paint mixing formulas and techniques died with him, as he never wrote them down.