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September is the month When sorrows of the summer start to fade In resignation with the shade Increasing and the seventh, eighth, and ninth Numeric months’ rinse of absinthe Divide with morning marmalade — September is the month When sorrows of the summer start to fade. October, in position tenth, Is waiting with its blade To cut the stalks and make the autumn grade. Still till the summer topples from its plinth, September is the month.
Love this rondel! The second stanza really moved me as being especially elegant:
Numeric months’ rinse of absinth
Divide with morning marmalade —
September is the month
When sorrows of the summer start to fade.
Jason is right to use the word ‘elegant’. This is.