Saturday, October 21, 2017

October's Bright Blue Weather

O suns and skies and clouds of June, 
And flowers of June together, 

Ye cannot rival for one hour 
October's bright blue weather;

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 
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. 


  1. Love this girl (daughter?) you captured inspecting the fall fruit. Tell here I love her hair. In the past I have paid dearly for these curls:) Pumpkin fields (bigger than a small city path!) look so luscious and promising.
    On the chance I've said this before, hope you know that All Seasons is about all kinds of experiences during the season, like floods, fires, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. Hope to see you soon back there!