Hydrangeas : By Carl Sandburg ( 1878 – 1967 )DRAGOONS, I tell you the white hydrangeas turn rust and go soon. Already mid September a line of brown runs over them. One sunset after another tracks the faces, the petals. Waiting, they look over the fence for what way they go. — Carl Sandburg :Continue reading “Hydrangeas : Carl Sandburg : : September Poems Months Poems : :”