September 2012

September

How lovely the world is

In September

Warm air

Leaves just turning gold

Summer still lingering

Autumn coming nearer

It is a time of bittersweet endings

And bittersweet beginnings

It seems that every September

The world takes a deep breath

Shakes off the August heat

Prepares for a long winter

Knowing no one will feel this way again

Until next

September.

Nina Dringo

September

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 dusty pods the milkweed

Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest,

In every meadow nook;

And asters by the brook-side

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.

But none of all this beauty

Which floods the earth and air

Is unto me the secret

Which makes September fair.

'Tis a thing which I remember;

To name it thrills me yet:

One day of one September

I never can forget.

Helen Hunt Jackson