When an Early Autumn Walks the Land
(northern hemisphere)
22 September 2016
and
The Romantic Strings Orchestra (1999)
- Early Autumn
(Woody Herman, et al.)
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"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
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22 September 2016
1355 Hours PDT Log
Current Temperature and Condition:
73° F | 23° C
Clear
Wind NNW 3; Gusts 13 MPH
Astronomy:
22 September 2016 Rise: Set:
Actual Time 6:52 AM PDT 6:59 PM PDT
Civil Twilight 6:26 AM PDT 7:26 PM PDT
Nautical Twilight 5:55 AM PDT 7:56 PM PDT
Astronomical Twilight 5:25 AM PDT 8:27 PM PDT
Moon 11:50 PM PDT 1:22 PM PDT
Length of Visible Light 12h 59m
Length of Day 12h 07m
Tomorrow will be 2m 25s shorter.
Waning Gibbous, 56% of the Moon is Illuminated.
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September
Ethelwyn Wetherald
1895
But yesterday all faint for breath,
The Summer laid her down to die;
And now her frail ghost wandereth
In every breeze that loiters by.
Her wilted prisoners look up,
As wondering who hath broke their chain,
Too deep they drank of summer’s cup,
They have no strength to rise again.
How swift the trees, their mistress gone,
Enrobe themselves for revelry!
Ungovernable winds upon
The wold are dancing merrily.
With crimson fruits and bursting nuts,
And whirling leaves and flushing streams,
The spirit of September cuts
Adrift from August’s languid dreams.
A little while the revellers
Shall flame and flaunt and have their day,
And then will come the messengers
Who travel on a cloudy way.
And after them a form of light,
A sense of iron in the air,
Upon the pulse a touch of might
And winter’s legions everywhere.
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.