September

dry'd butterflies ash-or-olive glory moonflowers
sonnet-perfect ornamental deep gentlemen of
brave metal lift Heavenly blue
by some accounts 40 neighboring
Paradise trod it is a
curse worthless John the Conqueror
root amulet tip take tomes
love-in-vain tiara and the lock

August

green to through pines wake
first get a house hovel
ten feet by ten hinges
take it down unmannerly resident
wild scold rampant yerk out
who could refrain inedible two
barrowloads of junk be quit
careful with that ox, Eugene