There is something kindo' different In the early Autumn days, You can feel it in the breezes, You can see it in the haze; Sorto' lazy-like and peaceful As if Earth had done her best -- Barrin' lack of rain or sunshine, And had settled back to rest. Nature grows, just like a picture, Kindo' faded, worn, and old, When along comes Autumn trailin' Skirts of purple, red, and gold, And she brushes off the cobwebs, Adds some touches here and there Till the spots that seemed so dingy Glow with colors, rich and rare. Birds, forgettin' wooin' sonnets, Fuss and wrangle all tha day, Callin' jamborees to settle When they'd better fly away, And they congregate together, Holdin' tournaments to try Out the wings of every fledglin' For the comin' southward fly. Mornin's, when the frost is sparklin' And the corn a-turnin' brown, Make you feel it's purtnigh Heaven Just to be a-hangin' round, For the atmosphere, as pungent As a wine that's old and rare, Seems to drive away your worries And to banish every care. There is something kindo' different In the early Autumn days, You can feel it in the breezes, You can see it in the haze. Spring and Summer may be pleasant And the Winter weather fine, But the Autumn, as a season, Is the favorite of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR THE WOLF AND SHEPHERDS; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE THE EARTH AND MAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 5 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |