October
Black and gold and red and brown,
Olive, pink, and blue.
What a riot of a gown —
What a medley hue!
What a way to go about —
Crimson cloak and vest!
October is a dancer
Dancing down the West.
I Love These Days
I love these days when autumn leaves Black and gold and red and brown,
Olive, pink, and blue.
What a riot of a gown —
What a medley hue!
What a way to go about —
Crimson cloak and vest!
October is a dancer
Dancing down the West.
I Love These Days
Missouri
State Archive), 1990.
Public domain, Wikimedia Commons.
Are falling everywhere around,
And I can tread among the sheaves,
And hear the crispy, crunchy sound.
I leave my dolly safe at home,
And climb the old gray orchard wall;
The squirrels spy me where I roam,
And scamper to the treetops tall.
And O, it is a pleasant thing
To listen for the happy sound,
Each little leaflet tries to sing,
That rustles softly to the ground.
And so I spend the afternoon,
And watch the leaves go floating by
Till Mother comes to say that soon
The dark will come into the sky.
I know when stars are overhead,
The leaves all gather in a heap,
And while I lie quite warm in bed,
They snuggle close and go to sleep.
~~
Annette Wynne (1889-1952)
Annette Wynne (1889-1952)
from For Days and Days: A year-round treasury of child verse, 1919
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
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