Here is a joyful yet pensive poem about October and autumn that I quite enjoyed. I posted it over at the Home Maker's Corner. (Annie Fellows Johnston is not to be confused with Annie Johnson Flint, whose poems I often post.)
OctoberAcross the stubble fields the lazy breezes pass,
From Autumn orchards sloping southward in the sun,
Where dropping from the low-hung branches, one by one,
The apples hide in tangles of the wind-blown grass.
A warm, sweet scent of mellow fruit fills all the air...
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