Cool dewy morning, Blue sky at noon,
White mist at eveining, And large yellow moon;
Blackberries juicy For staining of lips;
And scarlet, O scarlet The Wild Rose Hips!
Here on the hedge-top This is my song.
The poem is by Cicely Mary Barker. The photos are mine.
While roses are spectacular during Summer, the star of Autumn just may be rose hips.