September was the seventh (septem) month in the old Roman calendar.
Perhaps the only thing prettier than a September morn is the sight of the Full Moon rising (on the 4th), bathing the fields in golden light.
As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote:
The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere
That wild exhilaration in the air.
and also this
There are flowers enough
in the summertime,
More flowers than I can remember—
But none with the purple, gold, and red
That dyes the flowers of September!
–Mary Howitt (1799-1888)
enjoy ....
Perhaps the only thing prettier than a September morn is the sight of the Full Moon rising (on the 4th), bathing the fields in golden light.
As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote:
The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere
That wild exhilaration in the air.
and also this
There are flowers enough
in the summertime,
More flowers than I can remember—
But none with the purple, gold, and red
That dyes the flowers of September!
–Mary Howitt (1799-1888)
enjoy ....
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