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| from yesterday’s morning walk |
It’s a newsletter day today and – has sadly become my norm of late – I have much left to do. So a bit of a throwback – this time to last October and a poem my dad shared with me. When I saw my uncle last week we had three lovely bright blue days (and not even much humidity) and he told me he remembered singing this poem and marching around and around his third grade classroom. Somehow his teacher managed to have a piano in her room. He said he never quite knew how she managed that. But a classroom full of singing children is certainly better than a classroom full of screaming ones!
October’s Bright Blue Weather
O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;
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;
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;
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;
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;
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;
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.
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.
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October’s bright blue weather.
Wishing you a bright blue day!
mere-et-filles 
October is a beautiful month!
Thank-you Mary!
This poem paints some lovely pictures! My grandmother always liked to point out fringed gentians when we took walks, so thank you for evoking a sweet memory.
October is really best month for living in the south!
The poem is spot on for October. It's one of the most beautiful and changing months of the year. I read Helen Hunt Jackson's "Ramona" as a child and it was one of my favorite books.
I didn't know this poem – thank-you! And although our October has reached the misty grey stage, we have had some glorious blue days this year.
Poems with memories are the best poems of all!
Perfect! Perfectly Perfect!