Because the weather is perfect, and because its one of mine and my late grandfathers favorites. O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour Octobers 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, Octobers bright blue weather. O sun and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year Octobers bright blue weather. -Helen Hunt Jackson
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 14:13:20 +0000
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