Helen Hunt Jackson

(18 October 1830 – 12 August 1885 / Amherst, Massachusetts)

October's Bright Blue Weather - Poem by Helen Hunt Jackson

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 goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When gentians roll their fingers 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 sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.


Comments about October's Bright Blue Weather by Helen Hunt Jackson

  • Gold Star - 13,306 Points Terry Craddock (3/7/2015 11:49:00 PM)

    Helen's poem makes me wish I could take a walk with her to embrace these sights, as a second choice a walk with William Wordsworth would do. Something is definitely missing in modern city sidewalks. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 17,507 Points Kim Barney (3/7/2015 1:35:00 PM)

    Dawn Fuzan,
    Helen died in 1885. I don't think she can keep it up much longer.
    I do like this poem, however. My wife and I were both born in October and so was one of our daughters. We all love that month. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/13/2014 5:39:00 PM)

    Helen This is a good poem, keep it up (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mildred S Hensley (11/12/2011 7:44:00 PM)

    Like Lorna, I learned this poem in the 4th or fifth grade. It has annually enriched my life I am now 82. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lorna Rudisill (9/25/2006 10:52:00 PM)

    We were required to learn and then recite this poem back in elementary school-that is some 70 years ago and i still think of it every year when October comes around and the air is so crisp and exhilerating. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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