BOUNTIFUL OCTOBER

The hot, humid days of summer,

how fast they passed away

and time drifted to September

and slipped past Labor Day

and sped on to October,

days of bounty filled with grace

and the glory that is autumn

quickly moved into place

gowned in gold, ruby and amethyst

with the changing of the leaves

from summer green to autumn gems

that begin falling from the trees

on the golden fields of harvest

beneath cerulean skies,

orchards now heavy with their fruit,

sweet bounty for the eyes

while birds gather up in yammering flocks…

And soon the geese will fly

south from beautiful New England…

Oh these sweet days to remember

before the frost and oft gray days

that will come by mid-November;

soon winter’s chill snows will come to stay

for a season in New England;

But for now our land is richly blest

with warm days and radiant color,

days of sun and rain and teasing wind

days of raking leaves and hiking hills,

valleys, fields and gore,

and storing up the blessings

of the sweet days October.

It’s a season filled with bounty,

such are the days of October,

delightful days of splendor

that too quickly are over…

Days gowned in gold, ruby and amethyst

with the changing of the leaves

from summer green to autumn gems

too soon falling from the trees

on the golden fields of harvest

beneath cerulean skies;

orchards now heavy with their fruit,

are sweet bounty for the tongue and eyes.

Oh sweet, bountiful October,

frosty nights, warm, perfect days

mixed with both rain and sunshine

that too quickly fades away

to November and the days of sticks…

but oh the pleasure of the blessings

we are given before it’s over…

and the memories will linger on

of bountiful October.