Summer days an-ending, Autumn coming on; Trees with fruit a-bending In orchard and in lawn. Apples, soft and mellow, In the sun to dry, Pumpkins, striped and yellow, Rip'ning in cornfield lie. The bushy hawthorn's haws Shine crimson in the wood; Plentiful are paw-paws, Luscious, sweet and good. The shiny milk-weeds now Unfold their silken hair, Which flutters white as snow In the balmy air. The tall iron-weeds In their purple glory nod; On hill-side and in meadow Blooms the golden-rod. Vacation days are o'er, With all their fun and noise; Back at school for useful lore Are the boys and girls. Cloudless ever in the sky; Hazy day and dewy night; So September passes by, A month of sweet delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUTTIN' THE BABY AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN FROM AN OFFICE WINDOW by FRANCES M. BALLARD ABNEGATION by KATHARINE BROWN BURT A PLAIN ACCOUNT OF THE NATURE AND DESIGN OF TRUE RELIGION by JOHN BYROM THE EASTER DECORATIONS by ADA CAMBRIDGE |