I couldn't get away from the yellow today. And I didn't mind one bit.
Best I love September's yellow,
Morns of dew-strung gossamer,
Thoughtful days without a stir,
Rooky clamours, brazen leaves,
Stubble dotten o'er with sheaves --
More than spring's bright uncontrol
Suit the autumn of my soul.
~Alexander Smith
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