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 (1830-1885)