My Favorite Time of the Year

Or, at least one of them.

Thought I'd share this today with you:

There is something in the autumn

that is native to my blood.

Touch of manner, hint of mood,

and my heart is like a rhyme

With the yellow and the purple,

and the crimson keeping time,

The scarlet of the maples can shake me

like a cry of bugles going by.

And my the lonely spirit thrills

to see the frosty asters

like smoke upon the hills,

There is something in October

sets the gypsy blood astir.

We must rise and follow her

when from every hill of flame,

She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

--Bliss Carman

Enjoy!


Quote:
Every great mistake has a halfway moment, a split second, when it can be recalled and perhaps remedied. --Pearl S. Buck


Blessings!