Friday, September 30, 2016

September by Helen Hunt Jackson and Anna Marie Magagna


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 dusty pods the milkweed
It's 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's days are here,
With summer's best of weather
And autumns best of cheer. 

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