Late September holds onto the summer like that promise you made you can never forget.

 My girl Carmen:

Departing summer hath assumed

An aspect tenderly illumed,

The gentlest look of spring;

That calls from yonder leafy shade

Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,

A timely carolling.

-  William Wordsworth, September

L’uva settembrina, è fragola zuccherina.