Autumn's Bright Blue Weather
--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 Golden Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant.
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls,
Are leaves of woodbine twining.
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the bush
Of woods, for winter waiting.