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October’s Bright Blue Weather”

by Helen Hunt Jackson

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10-12-20

Today, when the leaves on the tree outside my window are bright yellow — when the sky is clear blue, the air crisp, and the light almost tangibly bright — this poem sings through the soul. It is worth remembering, I think. I hope you will remember it. --by Jane Beal

“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.

Helen Hunt Jackson