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Last Day of Summer

Peace of Sonoma County © Dana Hawley
September
Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)

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 dusty pods the milkweed

Its 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.

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