Hello, kind September, friend whose grace / Renews the bland year's bounteous face.

 My girl Carmen:


By all these lovely tokens 

September days are here, 

With summer's best of weather 

And autumn's best of cheer.     
















































































































Smoke hangs like haze over harvested fields,

The gold of stubble, the brown of turned earth

And you walk under the red light of fall

The scent of fallen apples, the dust of threshed grain

The sharp, gentle chill of fall.

Here as we move into the shadows of autumn

The night that brings the morning of spring

Come to us, Lord of Harvest

Teach us to be thankful for the gifts you bring us ...




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