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Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Ahh, September . . .

September
by Helen Hunt Jackson
The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusky pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow-nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.

As far as I'm concerned fall is here. I LOVE this time of year, probably my most favorite season of all. It makes my heart sing. ;o) Happy September to all!

2 comments:

Anna said...

This poem is so beautiful...it captures a beautiful season in Creation. And I'm crazy about that picture, did you take it? Lovely, lovely. I am so giddy too with this nice chilly weather. :)

Janna said...

I did take that picture--a view down my brother's drive way one morning last fall. It's one of my favorite too. ;o) Most of mine don't turn out that well.