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October is the month that seems
All woven with midsummer dreams;
She brings for us the golden days
That fill the air with smoky haze.
She brings for us the lisping breeze
And wakes the gossips in the trees,
Who whisper near the vacant nest
Forsaken by its feathered guest.
Now half the birds forget to sing,
And half of them have taken wing,
Before their pathway shall be lost
Beneath the gossamer of frost.
Zigzag across the yellow sky,
They rustle here and flutter there,
Until the boughs hang chill and bare.
What joy for us—what happiness
Shall cheer the day the night shall bless?
‘Tis hallowe’en, the very last
Shall keep for us remembrance fast,
When every child shall duck the head
To find the precious pippin red.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Evelyn Callahan Shaw (1861/63/65 – 1899) was born in Texas but later lived in Oklahoma. I have been unable to find a picture or biography. Several online sources list her as a Native American (Creek and Seminole ancestry), but I have been unable to authenticate that information. Also, many sources spell her name as “Evalyn”, but census records and her marriage license show it as “Evelyn”.
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Anastasia:
Wonderful images, and a reminder to cherish each season's joys!
Posted 12/31/2023 09:08 PM
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Wilda Morris:
A beautiful fall poem! I especially like "the gossip in the trees." How creative!
Posted 10/11/2023 08:57 AM
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Jancan:
What a great choice for the day. This is MY kind of poem!
Posted 10/09/2023 09:53 PM
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DonutsandCows:
I love how the different things that 'cheer our day and bless our night' change with every season throughout the year, so that even if I may not be a huge fan of certain weather there is always something that exists only within that season to cheer me up. Great poem! Thank you.
Posted 10/09/2023 05:12 PM
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peggy.turnbull:
I am haunted by the line before their pathway shall be lost. Now I see the annual migration as a mythic journey.
Posted 10/09/2023 11:18 AM
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Denise:
Beautiful images in the sounds of autumn's movements. I love Fall and you caught exactly why.
Posted 10/09/2023 10:54 AM
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Tom Sharpe:
Tis a good un. Great images, well crafted, well thought out.
Posted 10/09/2023 09:57 AM
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cork:
What is a bobbing apple?
Posted 10/09/2023 09:19 AM
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Darrell Arnold:
For me, this poem is wrapped in bittersweetness. Fall is a beautiful time, with the changing of leaves and the cooling of days. Many of the birds are leaving, the trees will soon be bare, and lushness of gardens and flowering plants, while still present, diminishes noticeably, day by day. They are days of joyous harvesting, and days to savor, because we know what is coming along behind them with the ever stronger and colder winds. Fall never lasts long enough.
Posted 10/09/2023 08:22 AM
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