SEPTEMBER
A classic reflection on the golden beauty of September
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!
The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung
On wands; the chestnut’s yellow pennons tongue To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped
In yellow, still lie fields where wheat was reaped;
And yellow still the corn sheaves, stacked among
The yellow gourds, which from the earth have wrung
Her utmost gold. To highest boughs have leaped The purple grape – last thing to ripen, late By very reason of its precious cost.
O Heart, remember, vintages are lost
If grapes do not for freezing night-dews wait.
Think, while thou sunnest thyself in Joy’s estate, Mayhap thou canst not ripen without frost!
A beautiful seasonal selection for September in Florida – where summer warmth lingers as a new season approaches.
