October Woods and You

Ah, once again the red and gold

Has come upon the wood and wold,

And hidden walks now lie astrew

With leaves that blaze the autumn hue;

Fit carpetings for feet so light

They put to shame the woodland sprite.

Again would I old paths pursue

Through autumn woods, sweetheart, with you.

The apple blooms of spring are sweet

With blossoms falling at your feet,

When nature makes a spark divine

Which echoes in your heart and mine,

And summer with her clinging dress

Of green affords us happiness;

But joy supreme, and love’s bright hue –

October woods, and walks with you!

What though the birds desert their bowers,

What though have perished summer’s flowers?

With you to keep me company

I would not miss the joys that die.

Enough your slender hand to hold

In woodland paths of red and gold;

Enough the old scenes to review –

October woods and walks with you!

Oct. 1, ‘09

Tuesday

Oct. 5, ‘09