Monday, September 2, 2013

Poems That Mean Alot--in September

I have poems here.
 
 I have poems there.
 
 I have poems memorized in my heart.
 
I have poems in scribbly writings tucked in books.
 
I have poems on wall plaques at the homestead.
 
Sometimes, season changes reminds me of favorite ones and for September this is one of my favorites. I don't know why I always loved September but I think it's because of it's new start. A new school year. New weather. New year for birthdays for my son and me.
 
This favorite poem is from a book I have in my personal library called "Poems That Live Forever" a collection of poems selected by Hazel Felleman. I pick up this book which has several of my favorites and read them over and over. I thought I would share. I can truly say there is always a day in September that I will never forget.

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
 
 
 
Welcome, September 2013
 

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