Who, besides me, loves clouds like this?
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The photo in the previous post, Hidden Silk, is a milkweed pods gone to seed. And the title Hidden Silk comes from the following poem:
SEPTEMBER
by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
HE golden-rod is yellow;- The corn is turning brown;
- The trees in apple orchards
- With fruit are bending down.
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- The gentian's bluest fringes
- Are curling in the sun;
- In dusty pods the milkweed
- Its hidden silk has spun.
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- The sedges flaunt their harvest,
- In every meadow nook;
- And asters by the brook-side
- Make asters in the brook.
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- From dewy lanes at morning
- The grapes' sweet odors rise;
- At noon the roads all flutter
- With yellow butterflies.
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- By all these lovely tokens
- September days are here,
- With summer's best of weather,
- And autumn's best of cheer.
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- But none of all this beauty
- Which floods the earth and air
- Is unto me the secret
- Which makes September fair.
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- 'T is a thing which I remember;
- To name it thrills me yet:
- One day of one September
- I never can forget.