Sunday Morning Sunshine: Autumn's Bright Blue Weather

 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.

When springs run low, and on the brooks,

In idle golden freighting,

Bright leaves sink noiseless in the bush

Of woods, for winter waiting.

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.

Sunday Morning Sunshine: This is October

 I love this poem; it speaks to me!

Enjoy!

A Vagabond Song

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 lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a 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. 1861

Sunday Morning Peace

I adore certain poems and enjoyed rereading this one.

October's Bright Blue Weather 

by Helen Bunt Jackson

in one of my old poetry books.

I'm not typing the full, but sharing a couple verses.

Nice!

O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather.

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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.


Smiling,
and blessings to you!