September One

Sept. 1, 2014

On the first day of September it seems only fitting to read her favorite poem. She had us memorize the first stanza and we repeat it to this day. I think September is my favorite month. There is conflict without resolution. There is heat with the promise of chill. Summer clings and autumn teases, but it’s a tug-of-war that can only be settled — once and for all, by October. So today, on the first day of the exquisite month of change and fading light, of early morning brilliance and spectacular sky falls, I share my grandma’s favorite autumn tribute. And perhaps — if you’re a romantic like me, you’ll believe that this vivid display must surely be sent by sisters celebrating with a heavenly host. Enjoy!


by Helen Hunt Jackson

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 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.

    But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.

    ‘T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

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  • comment-avatar
    Robyn September 2, 2014 (12:41 pm)

    Beautiful picture, Jen! I too like September’s fading of summer and falling into autumn.

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      Jennifer Kiko September 2, 2014 (2:24 pm)

      Thanks so much, Robyn. Happy end-of-summer/almost fall to you!