Thursday, 1 September 2016

Thursday Posing as a Sunday

I woke up to rain and cool temperatures...and soon found myself my a book and a cup of tea (orange pekoe with 2 splashes of milk).  The evening rain is a bit heavier and I am itching to get into my cozy blanket with another book.  And, maybe some herbal tea.  AUTUMNNNNNNN  I love the smell of fall, the sounds and colours.  It's just a great time of the year. 

SEPTEMBER 
Written by Helen Hunt Jackson 
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
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.

'T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

Enjoy these last days of the summer!

k (My Novelesque Life)

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