November 4, 2015

the morns are meeker

What lovely weather we're having this first week of November--Mother Nature has graciously given me yet another reason to be thankful.  Prayers go out, though, to those who have been facing the destruction of their homes by tornadoes and flooding. Having experienced floods in both Texas and South Dakota I know the heart ache and fear, and pray for those affected.

Today's poems can be found on the "a" and "n" banners.  The lovely illustration is from the original Junior Classics book--I've always admired these old fashioned ink drawings.  Although we haven't experienced it yet, I know that windy nights will soon be here, as early as this weekend according to the weather station.  Robert Louis Stevenson's A Child's Garden of Verses was always one of my favorites growing up, and I always linked this poem with another poem that my fourth grade teacher read aloud in class--The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.  It was a little bit darker and creepier than Windy Nights, but I found the image of a mysterious horseman racing through the night exhilarating in both of the poems.

And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,

When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,   

When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,   
A highwayman comes riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

And of course no autumn would be complete without Emily's poem No. 32 (Miss Dickinson never titled any of her poems)...

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
 The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf
the field a scarlet gown

Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned 
I’ll put a trinket on.  

May your day be filled with blessings large and small.  And remember...
Today is a good day for a good day!

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