Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OCTOBER, by HANNAH TUCKER MEDVED First Line: How I love thy colors gay Last Line: Soon their leaves will rustle down. Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall | ||||||||
How I love thy colors gay, Making all the woodland somber Glow in topaz rich and rare, Giant forest trees so fair. Clumps of flimmering asters sway, Sister Goldenrod her tender Weight of gold again doth bear, Leaves are dancing everywhere. Birches now are turning golden, Sumacs tall, a vivid red, Maples wear a shining halo Wrought in crimson, round their head. Sturdy oaks are changing color, Slowly -- for their dress of brown. Woodbine flames and milkweed lowly, Soon their leaves will rustle down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR AUTUMN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN AN AUTUMN JOY by GEORGE ARNOLD A LEAF FALLS by MARION LOUISE BLISS THE FARMER'S BOY: AUTUMN by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A LETTER IN OCTOBER by TED KOOSER AUTUMN EVENING by DAVID LEHMAN EVERYTHING THAT ACTS IS ACTUAL by DENISE LEVERTOV RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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