September
Crickets are making
The merriest din,
All the fields waking
With shrill violin.
Now all the swallows
Debate when to go;
In the valleys and hollows
The mists are like snow.
Dahlia are glowing
In purple and red
Where once were growing
Pale roses instead.
Piled up leaves smoulder,
All hazy the noon,
Nights have grown colder,
The frost will some soon.
Early lamps burning,
So soon the night falls,
Leaves, crimson turning,
Make bright the stone walls.
Summer recalling
At turn of the year,
Fruit will be falling,
September is here.
~~
Edward Bliss Read (1872-1940)
from Sea Moods, and other poems, 1917
[Poem is in the public domain]
Ulisse Albiati, "Sight VI". CC BY 3.0, Wikimedia Commons.
Lovely simple well written autumn poem George. Syllable count per line: 5 syllables (most lines). ABAB rhyme scheme. 💟💟💟💟💟💟
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