Autumn

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

September Day

The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August,

and here and there a yellow leaf
shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty

who has seen one season too many.
Oliver Wendell Holmes