In the Beautiful Days of September

September
by Mary Howitt 

There are twelve months throughout the year,
 From January to December,
 And the primest month of the twelve
 Is the merry month of September!
 Then apples so red
Hang over-head,
And nuts ripe brown
 Come showering down
 In the beautiful days of September. 

 There are flowers enough in the summer-time,
 More flowers than I can remember;
 But none with the purple, gold and red,
 That dyes the flowers of September!
 The gorgeous flowers of September!
 And the sun looks through
 A clearer blue,
 And the moon at night
 Sheds a clearer light
 On the beautiful flowers of September.