Happy Thanksgiving!

Wishing all of you a happy Thanksgiving, filled with special blessings and surrounded by those you love. And for those of you in other countries around the world, just have a wonderful, special day, full of gratitude for all of your blessings, as well!

 

Quote #74 – Cole Porter

“It’s spring again,
And birds on the wing again,
Start to sing again,
The old melody…”

                                                      –(from “I Love You” by Cole Porter)

Photo by Dan Williams found online.

The Year’s At The Spring – Robert Browning

The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;

The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world!

         –Robert Browning

Autumn Movement by Carl Sandburg

Still time for a couple more poems of autumn, celebrating the season, in one mood or another.  This little poem by Carl Sandburg is spare but very evocative.   Enjoy!

Autumn Movement

by Carl Sandburg

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,

the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes, and the yellow is torn full of holes,

new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind,

and the old things go,

not one lasts.

Gathering Leaves by Robert Frost

When, oh when, will fall get to Florida?   I’m longing for it, but it’s been over 90 degrees every day lately, with very little respite in sight.  So I guess I’m relegated to digging up every autumn poem I ever read, and gazing longingly at photos of fall foliage!  With no further ado, I present today’s autumn offering.

Quote #37 – Nathaniel Hawthorne

“There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.”

     –Nathaniel Hawthorne

 

Another Autumn Poem by Anne Lawler

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If anyone knows the name of this little poem, please share it with us.  Thanks!  Hope you enjoy it!

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The fields are harvested and bare,
And winter whistles through the square.
October dresses in flame and gold,
Like a woman afraid of growing old.

Now the autumn days are gone
Frost is sparkling on the lawn.
Windows winking cheerful lights
Warm the cold November nights.

~ Anne Lawler

Quote #31 – George Eliot

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
    –George Eliot