september

the goldenrod 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 dusky pods the milkweed

its hidden silk has spun.

the sedges flaunt their harvest

in every meadow-nook;

and asters by the brookside

make asters in the brook.

from dewy lanes at morning

the grapes' sweet odors 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.

-helen hunt jackson

happy fall equinox and watch for that fabulous harvest moon!