Mom and took a drive from New Cambria north to Kirksville through the countryside... Our eyes were blessed.... O suns and skies and clouds of June,
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fingers tight
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather
Helen Hunt Jackson
4 comments:
Came across your blog and loved the pictures of the landscape. Didn't see a profile so I will ask...do you live in Missouri? My mother grew up in Kirksville and we have a friend whose son is going to med school in Kirksville, MO.
Cheers and to good (better) health this fall/winter!
Very pretty. All of it!
We are experiencing thunderstorms and wind...as a cold front passes through.
Loved it!!!
Hi, Gayla! Loved the poem - I printed it out so we could read it through the rest of October. We have already memorized "When the Frost is on the Pumpkin." I love fall poetry!!
Wish you were coming to St. Joe for the softball tournament!
Love, Kathy Weeks
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