best I love Septembers yellow
Morns of dew strung gossamer,
Thoughtful days without a stir
Rocky clamours, brazen leaves.
Stubble dotted o.er with sheaves
More than Springs bright uncontrol
Suit the autumn of my soul.
best I love Septembers yellow
Morns of dew strung gossamer,
Thoughtful days without a stir
Rocky clamours, brazen leaves.
Stubble dotted o.er with sheaves
More than Springs bright uncontrol
Suit the autumn of my soul.
Great words, Iris. That's what I was looking forward to but it isn't happening yet. Phew!! 😘
Helloooo dear Iris, thank you for this, it's lovely ........and very lovely to 'see' you ❤
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness .
Today more like high summer , but fresher in the morning .
Been thinking of you , great to read your poems again .
Best wishes .
Beautiful words Iris and so good to see you. Love and hugs. Xxx🩷🤗
Yes good to read lovely words even though it’s rather hot! Glad to hear from you, hope you’re ok, best wishes, Jean xxx
Smashing! But who wrote that? It's spot on!
This is lovely Iris and about sums up September, although it looks like we maybe having an Indian summer. I am just glad of a bit of sunshine and warmth before autumn hits us. Hope you are doing ok x
Glad to hear from you Iris. That's a nice poem, but the weather hasn't turned Autumny yet. It's so hot today that even the butterflies have taken a midday siesta. xxxx
Lovely words and helpful for getting through this heat. Ideal for some but horrible for us with dodgy lungs! xxx
beautiful
Great your back sharing your poems Iris xx
I've missed your verses. I love September too.
Beautifully stated 🐞
Xxx