Helen Hunt Jackson

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.


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.