The poem below acknowledges the cycles of life and expresses deep appreciation for living life in the moment. In honor of Black History Month…
AN AUTUMN DAY
By Thompson, Clara Ann (1869-1949), Songs From the Wayside
I sat in the door of our cottage,
One golden autumn day,
And the breezes stirring the tree-tops,
Were as soft as those of May.
But looking away to the woodland,
Through hazy autumn air,
The red and gold of the forest leaves,
Proclaimed the frost-touch there.
The grass was still green in the pasture,
Where soft-eyed cattle trod,
And down in the deep, sheltered valleys,
Were asters and golden rod.
But I knew the merciless frost-king,
Would come with might, erelong,
And blast all the green things remaining,
And still the sweet bird-song.
So my heart drank in the warm beauty,
Of that soft autumn day,
With a wistful love for ev’rything,
So soon to pass away.