"September's Step-sister to August"
By Rachel H.
September's step-sister to August,
And she hasn't October's rich blood
But September supplied
The Autumn's fair pride
with the beauty of Summer's gold flood.
The golden-rod torches she kindled
With a grape-scented, playful young breeze
And the hollows she kissed
With a pale, clinging mist
While her blush reddened tall maple trees.
She danced with the royal-clad monarch,
Then laughed with the dimpling stream,
And she said goodbye
In an evening sky
And faded away like a dream.
So, what do you think? :) Of course, it is not as good as Helen Hunt Jackson's poem "September", which I think is unrivalled. You can read that here: But I was pleased with how it turned out! :)