Saturday, 27 October 2007
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A favorite Fall poem
October's Bright Blue Weatherby Helen Hunt Jackson
O sun 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 fringes tight,
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burs
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 haunt
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.
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Comments (7)
That is a wonderful autumn poem. I love it. First time I read it.
I like the new look of your site. Like the profile picture, too.
"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn's sunshine by staying in the house. So, I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air." - Nathaniel Hawthorne - *
My sentiments exactly in October's bright blue weather!
I love it. That is a really cute poem!
Hope to see your family some time soon.
OK, I had to laugh when I re-read my comment! I sound like I do when I'm hosting kids from Asia; I begin to drop things like the occasional helping verb from the verb phrase. haha. I feel like I'm upstairs, your house, 3 young girls in front of me talking grammar. Ah, the good ol' days.
Thanks for letting me stay at your house when we were down in SAC.
hey mom,
I figured out how to comment on somebody elses sight, so ya.
Are you ever on here anymore?
We miss seeing you guys. Wyatt wrote Johnny a letter today. It's funny. Steve wrote down what he wanted to say, and yes, he wrote it word for word. Trust me, you'll be wondering when you read it.
hahahahaha