The grapes' sweet odors rise At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies By all these lovely tokens September days are here With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer But none of all this beauty Which floods the earth and air Is unto me the secret Which makes September fair.
Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
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photos: West Cove, Noank, September 2009