“September” by Helen Hunt Jackson from Songs of the Treetop and Meadow, pub. 1898
The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bearing down
September- a month made for music and poetry. My first child was born in September and that marked a change in my life like no other. For an old retired teacher like me, it still means new beginnings.
See you in September! But only for a few more days!