The Most Glorious Month of the Year

Ah, it's October, the most beautiful month of the year, in my humble opinion!  Let others brag about those rare spring days and moon over June.  For me, there is nothing like a glimpse of crystal blue sky through leaves of gold, orange, yellow and red.  It's a month for crisp morning walks and roasted marshmallows over a campfire, raking up leaves and jumping into the piles! Squirrels are nosily gathering supplies while the bunnies bustle about their business. Autumn days are clearer, nights are colder and colors are brighter. The whole season just makes me glad to be alive.

For today's post, I want share a delightful poem that daughter Christal brought it home one day when she was in second grade (many years ago.)  It's become a part of my autumn joy ever since and I love to share it!  (Thank you Mrs. Wiser!)

May you find it as delightful as I do, and may you find a well-loved child with which to share it.

COME, LITTLE LEAVES

George Cooper

“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,

“Come o’er the meadows with me and play;

Put on your dresses of red and gold,

For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,

Down they came fluttering, one and all;

Over the brown fields they danced and flew,

Singing the glad little songs they knew.

 

“Cricket, good-by, we’ve been friends so long,

Little brook, sing us your farewell song;

Say you are sorry to see us go;

Ah, you will miss us, right well we know.

“Dear little lambs in your fleecy fold,

Mother will keep you from harm and cold;

Fondly we watched you in vale and glade,

Say will you dream of our loving shade?”

Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,

Winter had called them, and they were content;

Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,

The snow laid a coverlid over their heads.