Sep 7, 2012 · IT'S SEPTEMBER - From the album "Super Taylor" released in 1974 on Stax Records! Love to hear Johnnie sing this song! He was one of the Greatest!

Edgar Guest (1881-1959) captures the breathtaking beauty of September and how the world is transformed with hues of gold, orange, red, and yellow. In many of his poems, he used everyday experiences to capture more significant thoughts on life.

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Duck beneath the patchwork covers when they tumble into bed. When the frost shall bite its petals and it droops away to rest. It’s September! It’s the fullness and the ripeness of the year; For the end that is approaching wears the finest garb it knows. When I come to my September in the golden afterwhile. It’s September, and the orchards…

There is poetry all around us and we are narrators, story-tellers, explorers of the human condition. It begins before we know it and the power of words can change the world. Emotions are expressions, as fleeting as a cloud on a windy day. As sullen as a stormy sky and as awe inspiring as a sunset or sunrise.

It's September Lyrics: It's September, yeah / You been gone so doggone long, well / It's September, yeah / You been gone all summer long, well / Last long-distance call you made, must...

Jan 9, 2019 · Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group It's September · Johnnie Taylor Super Taylor ℗ 1974 Fantasy Records, Distributed by Concord.

When the frost shall bite its petals and it droops away to rest. It's September! It's the fullness and the ripeness of the year; For the end that is approaching wears the finest garb it knows. When I come to my September in the golden afterwhile.

September is the ninth month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian calendars. Its length is 30 days. September in the Northern Hemisphere and March in the Southern Hemisphere are seasonally equivalent. In the Northern hemisphere, the beginning of the meteorological autumn is on 1 September.

Poem reprinted by permission of Barbara Crooker and the publisher. and the garden diminishes: cucumber leaves rumpled and rusty, zucchini felled by borers, tomatoes sparse on the vines.