September

White lights cavorting
'mid domed islands, yellow
with goldenrod.
Trees, stark, gray, dead,
still punctuate the waters,
Telling that the pools
are young.

One lone duck swims, suns,
dives, surfaces.
'Tis a day that foretells winter kindly.

Red, the symbol of danger?
Ah, say not so!
Gaze on the sumach's
flaming beacon,
signalling from yonder hillside;
yon fiery maple filling the air
with crimson banners;
the sun, God's scarlet signal
of departing day.

Say rather,
"Red, the sign of God's
omnipotence."

-Olga Laird Hinckley

The orginal poem.
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Now I think I'll go out and get a tall Christmas Blend Starbucks. The one with the whip cream and red and green sprinkles. Hope they're still making them.