September fattens on vines. Roses
flake from the wall. The smoke
of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.


September Song [Poem]

September Song Poem by Geoffrey Hill[poemhunter.com]

Geoffrey Hill Quotes

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes.