Hello everyone –
October has
returned, and with it come autumn splendor, cool nights, and pleasant sunny
days. Here are some poems to celebrate the tenth month of the calendar year!
“A Calendar of
Sonnets: October”
By Helen Hunt
Jackson
The month of
carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets
the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole
seasons on a single day.
The spring-time
holds her white and purple dear;
October, lavish,
flaunts them far and near;
The summer charily
her reds doth lay
Like jewels on her
costliest array;
October, scornful,
burns them on a bier.
The winter hoards
his pearls of frost in sign
Of kingdom: whiter
pearls than winter knew,
Or empress wore,
in Egypt's ancient line,
October, feasting
'neath her dome of blue,
Drinks at a single
draught, slow filtered through
Sunshiny air, as
in a tingling wine!
“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
bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated,
thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod 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 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 suns and skies
and flowers of June,
Count all your
boasts together,
Love loveth best
of all the year
October’s bright
blue weather.
“October’s Party”
By George Cooper
(1840-1927)
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came—
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.
Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly "hands around."
Roadway to Lindsey
Lake in David Crockett State Park, located a half mile west of Lawrenceburg,
Tennessee (taken in autumn 2008). Image Credit: Public domain via Wikimedia
Commons)
Enoy October’s
bright blue weather this weekend! 😊
Rob
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