The following is a poem our mom always repeated in the fall, and I have followed suit. At least with the first stanza or two. It is one of two favorite fall poems...when I worked at the orchard this went round and round and round in my head. I almost drove myself crazy!
SEPTEMBER
by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
HE golden-rod is yellow;
- The corn is turning brown;
- The trees in apple orchards
- With fruit are bending down.
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- The gentian's bluest fringes
- Are curling in the sun;
- In dusty pods the milkweed
- Its hidden silk has spun.
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- The sedges flaunt their harvest,
- In every meadow nook;
- And asters by the brook-side
- Make asters in the brook.
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- From dewy lanes at morning
- The grapes' sweet odors rise;
- At noon the roads all flutter
- With yellow butterflies.
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- By all these lovely tokens
- September days are here,
- With summer's best of weather,
- And autumn's best of cheer.
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- But none of all this beauty
- Which floods the earth and air
- Is unto me the secret
- Which makes September fair.
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- 'T is a thing which I remember;
- To name it thrills me yet:
- One day of one September
- I never can forget.
Great photos and a lovely poem, Rose. Yes, it IS September!
ReplyDeleteFall is here. I can recall mom reciting poem many times. It brings back good memories.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this lovely post! I didn't know the poem, and really enjoyed reading it. And the photos are perfect for fall, especially those apple branches, so laden they almost touch the ground.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem - a sing song rhythm so I see why it would go round and round in your head.
ReplyDeleteNice photos to compliment it.