October's Blue ~

written

by

Helen Hunt Jackson

 these brilliant blue

October days

bring

precious memories

of my mother

and

this poem

that

she taught

to

her elementary pupils

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Eye Of The Beholder ~

It's with pleasure that I share the following poem and photo courtesy of a dear friend of mine. She wrote the poem on one of her visits to the North Shore. The photo is also from that area.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

The tour guide said, “The leaves aren’t so brilliant this Autumn --

    just average -- ... too many pests, too much heat,

       too little rain ... don’t expect the golds and

        scarlets and yellows to be as stunning

            as usual.”

I didn’t catch all the details.

    I was too busy relishing the golds, and scarlets, and yellows.

Guest ~

The following poem 
was written by my friend,Joanne,
for the birthday 
of 
a little girl 
who 
was about to turn five
and who 
loves butterflies.


Jessica saw the shadow flitting by..
She let her brown eyes search the sky...
“What is that?” she asked her mind...
“Just what was that flutter-kind?”

She held the paw of a tiny kitten,
But another shadow came by flitten.
“What was that?” she asked again.
“What did I see flutter then?”

She looked around and saw the bushes,
And thought she heard some funny swooshes...
“What was that?” she asked herself.
“That could not have been an elf.”

“An elf is just a made-up thing.
Nothing that my God would bring
And let it fly around my head.
What is going on?” she said.

And then she saw another flutter,
Blue like cornflowers, gold like butter,
“Of course I did not know – it’s shy –
It’s my favorite

... FAVORITE ...


A BUTTERFLY!!”