“They breathe their spells towards the departing day,
Encompassing the earth, air, stars, and sea;
Light, sound, and motion, own the potent sway,
Responding to the charm with its own mystery.
The winds are still, or the dry church-tower grass
Knows not their gentle motions as they pass…”
Shelley ‘A Summer Evening Churchyard’
… Our September equinox today, serves as officiant to a spell of Autumn