O sweet September,
thy first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle
and the squirrel's laughter,
the cool fresh air
whence health and vigor spring
and promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
thy first breezes bring the dry leaf's rustle
and the squirrel's laughter,
the cool fresh air
whence health and vigor spring
and promise of exceeding joy hereafter.
- George Arnold
(This week marked the first occassion
since last spring that
we could open our windows.
Ah, cool fresh air.)