September
September is a stallion
With a flowing, tawny, mane
Who has never known a bridle,
Nor a rider, nor a rein;
A steed of bronze and amber
Whose bright hoofs strike the ground
With a sharp staccato rhythm
And an icy, ringing sound.
September is a mustang
From wild, untrammeled skies
Who gallops down the earthways
With wild enchanted eyes.
~~~
Virginia Moran Evans
I hope you enjoy this poem like I do.
It’s one of my favorite metaphors for the month of September!
Beautiful!
Lovely poem written by my Grandma. If you happen to have any of her books I would love to purchase them. Thank You.
We don’t, Lisa. We got permission for this years ago, but what a privilege it must be to be her granddaughter!
What year was this poem first published? It’s lovely.
I can’t find a specific answer but the author is Virginia Moran Evans. She was born in 1909 and most of her published works that I can find were between 1945-1977.