June Pair Kilpatrick is a member of Write by the Rails and author of Wasps in the Bedroom, Butter in the Well, her memoir of growing up in the Great Depression, a richly remembered story of people, places and events. It’s available on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/Wasps-Bedroom-Butter-Well-Depression/dp/1592997546/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347619982&sr=8-1&keywords=June+Pair+Kilpatrick
June’s poem about he glories of early autumn is in the tradition of English Romanticism. It reminds me of Shelley or Keats. Thanks to June for letting me share her poem.
September is King Midas.
He touches the land and, lo,
It is gold.
He lines the lanes with goldenrod,
Gilds the grasses’ ripening heads,
Then scatters sunlit coreopsis till roadside ditches
Overflow with golden coins.