October's Bright Blue Weather
Helen Hunt Jackson
1885

O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather.

When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When Gentians roll their fringes tight,
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning,

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.

O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.

and I always thought it was because my birthday's in October......I feel most alive in October and appreciate the post.

Not April, with are those cruel lilacs and tubors, yuk.

Interesting choice of rhythm also. Ballad meter with masculine odd lines and feminine even. If memory serves, most ballad meter is either all masculine, or feminine/masculine, feminine/masculine. I assume it was chosen for the same sort of 'reversal' she is using to praise the fall season.

plus which, she's got a HUGE forehead !