Photography
Related: About this forumSeptember, 'photos' in a poem 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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NYC_SKP
(68,644 posts)A great composition, words and images!
elleng
(131,148 posts)My daughter sent it to me this morning, and this a good sign of at least 2 things: 1, she has 'adopted' my love of poetry, so that example worked! and 2, she, my daughter who has estranged herself from me on many occasions, is reaching out.
NYC_SKP
(68,644 posts)I suppose they need their space, too.
It warms my heart that she sent this to you, I think it shows that she knows your sensibilities and likes.
elleng
(131,148 posts)She's 29, just had a baby in December. It appears she recognizes she needs to stay connected, which knowledge, at least temporarily, enabled her to drop the very negative vibe of recent years.