Thursday, September 15, 2011

Mason Neck State Park - Part 4 - September

September
The golden-rod 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 dusty pods the milkweed
It's 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 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.

But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.

'Tis a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)

6 comments:

  1. You always find the most fitting poems for your photos and post. The pics are great.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Once again a lovely collection and so wonderfully enhanced by the poem.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Nice poem and lovely photos of early autumn. We're seeing the signs and feeling the morning chill already.

    ReplyDelete
  4. A very nice poem and the pictures are so pretty, love September. Have a nice weekend.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Ahhhh.... I shall soon be experiencing a mainland fall. Another day or two and it'll be cooler for me than in Hawaii.

    ReplyDelete