The windows were long and wide and stood open. Outside the sky was deep with October’s blue; the air was brimming over with October’s snap and sparkle; the gay leaves were rustling in the merry October wind. Beyond the hedge lay the woods full of asters and gentians and chestnuts.
Helen Ward Banks
Ripe are October’s glories: Come away!
Hushed are the waiting woods: their rustling robes
Of mildest tints, create within my soul
Emotions meet for melancholy song!
James Rigg!
