Autumn Blooms

Golden-rod in bloom near our home...a sure sign that summer is drawing to a close and autumn has come.

When, I wonder, shall I meet her,
As I wander through the woodland,
Meet the pensive maiden Autumn,
With the eyes that look afar?
I would welcome her and greet her,
Gladly turn to her from Summer,
As we leave the garish daylight
For a single pallid star.

She is tranquil, deeply quiet,
With a graceful, even moving;
And a benison of silence
Falls about her where she goes.
Wanton Summer was a-riot
With impassioned song and blossom,
Gay with glory, heartless ever,
With a thorn for every rose.

I shall meet the Autumn maiden--
Here are the signs that she is near me:
On the hills a gauzy azure
From her veil in gliding by;
And her golden-rod is laden--
Yellow plumes of starry masses--
And the white, the purple asters,
For her coming footfall sigh.

- Ruby Archer


  1. Lovely! (The photo and the poem!

    1. Thank you. It's my favorite autumn poem. I'm not sure why it's not more well-known, as it is, as you say...lovely.


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