Here's David Budbill's take on this time of year:
"Mid-September and the setting sun illuminates the 50-foot
white pine tree that stands between the house and garden.
I can see parts of the tree I never see any other time of
the day or year. The inner branches blaze orange and gold
in the setting sun. Through an absolutely clear, blue sky
a jet, bright and brilliant silver in the setting sun, goes over
the top of the tree at 30,000 feet. Today's half moon is
to the right, and by the time I write this the jet has gone
under the moon and disappeared. When I turn again to look,
the light—once all orange and gold—is gone, and the tree is
again its ordinary, usual, impenetrable, green self."