Happy September 1! I’m celebrating with the poem of one of the most interesting women writers of the western United States:
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
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The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusky pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
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The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.
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From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With golden butterflies.
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By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.
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~ “September” by Helen Hunt Jackson ~
