September has arrived with the cosiness of autumn just around the corner, and I think the extract from this poem by Helen Hunter Jackson captures that September feeling perfectly.

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.

 By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
 And autumn's best of cheer.