Ode to October

I took my (pseudo) daily walk yesterday and was in awe as I shuffled through the dry leaves, trod on the hoof prints of wandering deer, heard the chatter of a family of squirrels and took in the majestic vista of a hawk soaring through the bright blue sky.

I was in awe of abundant feast before my eyes and the splendor of the Creator.
A poem came to mind that the boys practiced during our homeschool days which is delightfully apropos:  October’s Bright Blue Weather by Helen Jackson

These were all taken on my walk
One cannot adequately describe the beauty of the Fall, but she does a noteworthy job.  I hope you enjoy.



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;
    When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
        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;
    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,
        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.



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