Happy Birthday, Dear Heavenly Mother!

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September's Child

September's skies are sapphire hue;

Blue gentians star the woods at morn

Near crystal pools in woodland aisles -

In this bright month a Queen was born.
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No silver fanfare filled the air

As angel wings flashed round the child;

No crown was placed upon her head,

But at her halo, Heaven smiled.
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October's trees wear rosaries

Of gold and scarlet, green and brown,

And as the west wind fingers them

The Ave-leaves drift slowly down.
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May raises high her blossom-shrines

Where bird-choirs sing their wood-notes wild,

But both these months pay homage to

A blue-gowned Queen - September's child.
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Sr. Maryanna
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** I've compiled some links for celebrating the feast day over at a saint of the day blog I've been working on.  Go here to check it out.