The golden rod 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
it's hidden silk is 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 summers best of weather
and Autumn's best of cheer.
Helen Hunt-Jackson
(1831-1885)
5 comments:
What a neat idea...poetry. Very calming and pleasant to read to listen to John Denver at the same time. ;)
Very nice!
Valerie
Very nice, pleasing words. Thank you! Hugs, Carolyn
One of my favourites!
That is a lovely and sweet poem, Cheryll! Thanks so much for sharing. I've never seen it before!
XOXO,
Cyndi
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