I love the Autumn,
And yet I cannot say
All the thoughts and things
That make me feel this way.…
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.
from Jacqueline Bower’s “Thoughts”
found in Caroline Kennedy’s
A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children
(illustrated by Jon J Muth)
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(For the record, to me autumn means October & November.
We’ll pretend the poem says something other than September.)
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