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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
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 golden butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
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 golden butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
And autumn's best of cheer.
by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Lovely poem. I love September...it ushers in my favorite season of the year! We are having cooler, fall-like temps and it really is making me feel like fall is already here.
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Gail
I so love fall, the beautiful colors, the weather ! Beautiful poem !
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