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
Helen Hunt Jackson
1 comment:
Love the poem. We have lots of milkweed this year. (remember you asked last year, and I couldn't find any.) No sedge this year..couldn't find it at the garden center, and I miss it. The grapes are nice this year and are eaten by Tom and the kids as soon as they ripen. We also have yellow raspberries that are ripening for the second time, and this time the robins aren't here to eat them.
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