The goldenrod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown,
The trees in the apple orchard
With fruit are bending down.
The gentians bluest fringes,
Are curling in the sun,
In dusty pod, 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.
In 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)
Happy September to all of you!
The gentians bluest fringes,
Are curling in the sun,
In dusty pod, 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.
In 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)
3 comments:
Dear Ulrike,
The leaves on your trees are already changing colour. Autumn is really setting in. We are still having high temperatures, although I can feel the autumn in the air.
Have a lovely weekend!
Madelief
Such a beautiful poem too! x
Beautiful colours!
Greetings from Rosine
Beautiful!!
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