October's Bright Blue Weather
by Helen Hunt Jackson 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.
Today we had the most glorious weather! The spice, the cool, the magic in the air! I know it's not October yet, but this poem is quite accurately expressive of what I feel toward Autumn, and just describes what the day was like! Trissy memorized it in 2005 when our grandmother sent it to us as one of her favorites. I heard Trissy reciting it so much, I pretty much learned it too :) ! After five years without alot of practice, we're both a little rusty, but each fall I just get an itch to bring it out and try to refresh my memory. So to day Trissy dug her copy out, and we were seeing how much we could recite from memory as we cleaned up. In honor of the day, the season, and the Creator of both, I thought I'd share it with you. Hope you enjoy!
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