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October's Bright Blue Weather
(18 October 1830 – 12 August 1885 / Amherst, Massachusetts)

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 bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When gentians roll their fingers 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 sun 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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Loved this poem always. A nun recited it to us in grade school and it has stayed with me all through the years! It never disappoints!
This is a very gorgeous poem
Our 5th grade class learned this poem by heart from a woman who taught elocution lessons. 🍁🍂
I looked up this poem because I only knew October's bright blue weather. My grandmother used to recite it when I was a child. She had been a school teacher. When I misbehaved, she sat me in a room by myself and made me read Compton's encyclopedia.
The more I read of Helen Hunt, the more I fall in love with her subtle and beauteous verses... they seem dipped in honey and scented with the fragrance of a million blooms. They inspire me to read, to write and to think of this world and beyond...
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