Fall Poetry   September " The golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bearing 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 dewey 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. 'T is a thing which I remember; To name it thrills me yet: One day of one September I never can forget." - Helen Hunt Jackson - :: Page 1 :: Page 2 :: Page 3 :: Page 4 :: Page 5 ::   Click below if you have clicked on Fall Tour on the Fall Main Page. | Continue the Fall tour |   ~ Graphics by Grace & Irene ~ Please, note that Grace's site is closed. Poem from: Poet's Corner   | Back to the Fall Menu | This page was created on: August 24th 2001.  [ Site Index ] [ Home ]

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