Thursday, September 10, 2009

"Autumn's best of Cheer"

We are enjoying the green, cool (mostly) days here. Dog, baby, mama, grass, trees, shaded house. It's the life, really. (I'm not showing you the mess that continues to reign inside the house! I'm getting around to it. There is yarn to ball up and My Man Jeeves on the Overdrive Media Console. All is well)


by Helen Hunt Jackson

The goldenrod 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 yellow butterflies.

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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