Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GOD'S WEATHER: SEPTEMBER, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL


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GOD'S WEATHER: SEPTEMBER, by                    
First Line: All gold! Down the hillside peep clumped daisies golden
Last Line: Sends a cheer down the year to just weather—god's weather.
Subject(s): Autumn; Months; Seasons; September; Weather; Fall


All gold! Down the hillside peep clumped daisies golden.
Thro' the shimmering sunlight by the warm valley holden,
Flaunting feathered gold fleece by the wood curves enfolden
Toss across the young pines, foam to spoke, hub and felloe
At the road's ragged rim with the Autumn's first yellow.

The yellow haze fades to the hillside's faint gloaming,
The peace of the evening, the halting bells homing;
With the east lifting low and the harvest moon spilling
Over fenced field and fold. Swinging white floods outfilling
Crest-high, valley wide, lip the forest brim, embossing
The wood-balm's hushed healing, the wood-road's tired tossing;
Filter faint thro' the tree-trunks, past the hemlock's black blotches,
Splashing white against birches spurting wide silvered splotches.

And moonset and shadow. In the purple dawn-watches
From the farmyard's close corner, the fence-row's gnarled notches,
Comes the plaintive first call from chilled fleece and feather,
With frost on the immortelles; or ewe-lamb or wether
Wakes the echoes, while on tiptoes, chanticleer in high feather
Sends a cheer down the year to just weather—God's weather.





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