Oh the leaves how they shimmer
Trees lift their skirts and they quiver
Gently they lay down
To the dirt and dust and ground
They lose their innocence to ﬁnd it all over
Ain’t nothing missing, they’re just high on a feeling
All they need is believing, no reason will do …
Beth Orton – Last Leaves of Autumn
September means something in the temperate climes of the northern hemisphere: it’s the start of Autumn when Mother Nature prepares for the rigours of Winter. Here on the Equator, we await the rains, and further south, in Australasia it will get a bit warmer.
Given that the majority of the world’s population live north of here, it is inevitable that songs have been written, and that many are melancholic. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73 described this time of the year as presaging one’s demise.
That time of year thou may’st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day,
But that’s no reason to not offer you a collection of rather fine songs from my archives.