One day of one September πŸ’™πŸ’™

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 odours 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.

( my secret)

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WOMANπŸ’™πŸ’™

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,

As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,

Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam

In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home

The heart of a woman falls back with the night,

And enters some alien cage in its plight,

And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars

While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars