October’s bright blue weather.

The road to my house.
A bit farther on. When the sun shines through the leaves it is like driving in a tunnel of gold.

“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

This poem will always have a special place in my heart. My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Howieson, loved it and read it every year to her class of nine-year-olds. She was a dear lady and everyone loved her. When I went to my fiftieth reunion I learned that she had recently passed on… at age 104. RIP, Mrs. Howieson.

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5 Responses to October’s bright blue weather.

  1. Kat says:

    Such a perfect poem for October… your pictures are gorgeous!

  2. Kym says:

    A post of loveliness! Your trees are stunning — I can imagine that tunnel of gold! And I love the poem — and your memories of Mrs. Howieson. Thanks for sharing. XO

  3. Linda Warner says:

    My grandmother recited this to her October first-born, my mother. You gave me a happy cry this morning.

  4. This is a lovely poem, and such pretty pictures! Thank you for sharing both.

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