by Christina Rossetti
In the parching August wind,
Cornfields bow the head,
Sheltered in round valley depths,
On low hills outspread.
Early leaves drop loitering down
Weightless on the breeze,
First-fruits of the year's decay
From the withering trees.
Note: Today's selection is an excerpt from a poem called A Year's Windfalls by the English poet Christina Rossetti.
Christina Rossetti also wrote the words to two of my favorite Christmas Carols: In the Bleak Midwinter and Love Came Down at Christmas.