Remember September
Remember September; before she said goodbye
She told the youngest robins the way they ought to fly.
Around the mountain’s shoulder she spread a gypsy shawl,
And sent a breeze among the trees to sing about the fall.

Remember September; before she went away
She taught the cricket fiddlers the proper tunes to play,
She gave the modest maple a dress of red and gold
And showed a mouse a little house to keep him from the cold.