But Now in September,

by Robert Finch

But now in September,
the garden has cooled,
and with it my possessiveness.
The sun warms my back
instead of beating on my head...
The harvest has dwindled,
and I have grown apart from
the intense midsummer relationship
that brought it on.

As featured on
The Daily Gardener podcast:

Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all.
Robert Finch
Robert Finch

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