Crispy air and azure skies,
High above, a white cloud flies,
Bright as newly fallen snow.
Oh, the joy to those who know October!
Golden October
Alfred T. Bricher
(1870)
Colors bright on bush and tree.
Over the weedy swamp, we see
A veil of purple and brown and gold.
The beauty words have never told.
October!
Rabbits frisking home at dawn,
Pheasants midst the sheaves of grain,
All in harmony claim,
October!
Brown earth freshly turned by plow,
Apples shine on bended bough,
Bins o'erflowed with oats and wheat,
And satisfaction reigns complete.
October!
Radiant joy is everywhere.
Spirits in tune to the spicy air,
Thrill in the glory of each day.
Life's worth living when we say,
October!
"October"
Joseph Pullman Porter
(1893-1980)
American landscape architect,
artist, poet, and outdoor enthusiast
High above, a white cloud flies,
Bright as newly fallen snow.
Oh, the joy to those who know October!
Alfred T. Bricher
(1870)
Colors bright on bush and tree.
Over the weedy swamp, we see
A veil of purple and brown and gold.
The beauty words have never told.
October!
Scolding sparrows on the lawn,
Pheasants midst the sheaves of grain,
All in harmony claim,
October!
Brown earth freshly turned by plow,
Apples shine on bended bough,
Bins o'erflowed with oats and wheat,
And satisfaction reigns complete.
October!
Radiant joy is everywhere.
Spirits in tune to the spicy air,
Thrill in the glory of each day.
Life's worth living when we say,
October!
"October"
Joseph Pullman Porter
(1893-1980)
American landscape architect,
artist, poet, and outdoor enthusiast
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