Thoughts

I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make me feel this way.

I love walking on the angry shore,
To watch the angry sea;
Where summer people were before,
But now there’s only me.

I love the wood fires at night
That have a ruddy glow.
I stare at the flames
And think of long ago.

I love the feeling down inside me
That says to run away
To come and be a gypsy
And laugh the gypsy way.

The tangy taste of apples,
The snowy mist at morn,
The wanderlust inside you
When you hear the huntsman’s horn.

Nostalgia- that’s the Autumn,
Dreaming through September
Just a million lovely things
I always will remember.

-Jacqueline Bouvier

from A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children

Well, let’s pretend it says November and then go our wanderlust-y, gypsy ways, shall we?