SEPTEMBER

the golden-rod is yellow,

the corn is turning brown;

the trees in apple orchards

with fruits are bending 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 brookside

make asters in the brook.

by all these lovely tokens

September days are here, 

with summer's best of wealth

and autumn's best of cheer. 

a poem by Helen Hunt Jackson

photography by tauhhid

painting (in photo) by Stanley Maltzman

Copyright: 

Golden Press, Inc.

'September' by Helen Hunt Jackson from The Golden Treasury of Poetry, 

Copyright © 1959 by the Golden Press, Inc.

taken from Sound Of A Distant Drum by  Bill Martin Jr., California State Series, 

Copyright © 1967 by Holt, Rinehart and Winston, Inc. 

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