Lots of driving time today, so I was able to marvel at how dull and lifeless the autumnal colors are this year. Thus – I had to perk up my spirits by seeking out one of my favorite poems. I’d like to say I wrote it, but hey, the Haiku is challenging enough!
This poem was introduced to me 40-some years ago by my Antarctica Cindy. It’s by Bliss Carmen. I have it memorized, but I wanted to write it properly with the punctuation, so I had to research it! What a delightful venture. I learned the name of the poem is “A Vagabond Song.” I’m going to be a vagabond tomorrow!
A VAGABOND SONG by Bliss Carmen
There is something in the Autumn that is native to my blood –
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.