October

October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
And fill her brimming coffers more and more.
But she, with youthful lavishness,
Spends all her wealth in gaudy dress,
And decks herself in garments bold
Of scarlet, purple, red, and gold.
She heedeth not how swift the hours fly,
But smiles and sings her happy life along;
She only sees above a shining sky;
She only hears the breezes' voice in song.
Her garments trail the woodlands through,
And gather pearls of early dew
That sparkle, till the roguish Sun
Creeps up and steals them every one.
But what cares she that jewels should be lost,
When all of Nature's bounteous wealth is hers?
Though princely fortunes may have been their cost,
Not one regret her calm demeanor stirs.
Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free,
She lives her life out joyously,
Nor cares when Frost stalks o'er her way
And turns her auburn locks to gray.

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Comments (6)

Nice job done. Thanks.
A great read and very good composition. October is such a great bridge and place of storage. This poem capture the essence of October. Thank u.
That is the most stunning seasonal poem ever- it is sad to see he only lived 34 years- we could have had even more poetry of his to read. Every line is full of beauty- every line is full of human comparison.
She only sees above a shining sky! With the muse of love and peace. Nice work.
October is compared to a beautiful girl- -her beauty in full colors and how she lives her life full with joy without caring that her beauty will pass away.In the words of poet -She lives her life out joyously Nor cares when Frost stalks o'er her way And turns her auburn locks to gray '- - Life's philosophy so beautifully expressed.
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