A time of harvest, Indian summers and golden light, as well as the start of chilly mornings and falling leaves, September has inspired writers and artists throughout the centuries. It’s also the start of a new academic year, and an opportunity to start over again with your writing goals.
1. “But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
― Stephen King, Salem’s Lot
2. “That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”
― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
3. “In his or her own way, everyone I saw before me looked happy. Whether they were really happy or just looked it, I couldn’t tell. But they did look happy on this pleasant early afternoon in late September, and because of that I felt a kind of loneliness new to me, as if I were the only one here who was not truly part of the scene.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
4. “Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.”
― Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories
5. “The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months.
- Helen Bevington, When Found, Make a Verse of
6. The morrow was a bright September morn; the earth was beautiful as if new-born. There was that nameless splendor everywhere, that wild exhilaration in the air, which makes the passers in the city street congratulate each other as they meet.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
7. O sweet September, thy first breezes bring the dry leaf’s rustle and the squirrel’s laughter. The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring and promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
- George Arnold
8. 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.
– Robert Finch
9. September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
– Alexander Theroux
10. We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.
– Henry Rollins
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