September

The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit bending down.

The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedge's flaunt their harvest
In every meadow nook,
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.

From dew lanes at morning
The grapes sweet odors rose;
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