Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GOD'S WEATHER: OCTOBER, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL


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GOD'S WEATHER: OCTOBER, by                    
First Line: The cold late rain drips from the low clouds close palling
Last Line: The haze on the home hill and weather, god's weather.
Subject(s): Cold; Months; Summer; Weather


The cold late rain drips from the low clouds close palling
The gullied road winding thro' far woodbirds' calling,
And wet woods, dark, dripping, with sodden leaf falling.

The sharp west wind gives chase to lightened clouds flying,
Swinging south, sweeping soft over long hill-slopes drying,
While the warmer sun spills down thro' reek of things dying.

The blue haze blurs soft, the horizon outlining;
Hangs warm on the woodland with the summer sun shining
Down woodroad, thro' woodcries, down thro' oaks carnadining;

While fine spinning cobwebs from the deep blue sky reaches
Web the sumach's sure red, trail from coppered gold beeches,
Catch the sassafras scarlet, thread the gold of young maple,
Dip to bursting burrs dropping—the squirrels' cramm'd staple.

The home-call: whether cobweb, or beeches' gold tether,
Wet woodroad, or woodcries, or red upland, or whether
The haze on the home hill and weather, God's weather.





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