Autumn's Country

-from our drive last week-

Autumn's Country

This is Autumn's country
We are driving through--
Stubble fields, pale golden;
Sky, wild-aster blue.

Goldenrod and rose haws
By the dusty road;
Water trickling wanly
Where spring freshets flowed.

Smoke from hillside clearings,
Tantalizing hints
Of orchard spices--apple,
Nut and peach and quince.

Red leaves on the maples,
Purple-clustered vines--
This is Autumn's country;
These, its certain signs.

-Ethel Romig Fuller

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful! I grew up in Western Mass and now live in the PNW; this poem could be aptly applied to either place. :-)

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    1. That's great to hear! Our son is moving to the PNW soon, and I think he's going to love it!

      Our favorites too!

      P.S. My sincerest apologies for the delayed response to your comment! Apparently Blogger changed how they notify me (or don’t notify me!) about comments, and I didn’t realize that your comment was there. I wasn’t trying to be rude…really! So sorry!

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