Autumn Poetry

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September strews the woodlot o’er
With many a brilliant color;
The world is brighter than before,
Why should our hearts be duller?

–Thomas W. Parsons (1819–92)

Give me the splendid silent Sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmow’d grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis’d grape.

–Walt Whitman (1819–92), Leaves of Grass

The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

–Helen Hunt Jackson (1830–85)

It is the summer’s great last heat,
It is the fall’s first chill: They meet.

–Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (1836–1919)

Happy Fall Y’All!

Green Garden Flower Fit Girl

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