There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood

Bliss by name and bliss by nature.
Today I’m reading poetry.

Words, poetry, and the elements, are musical to me. As musical as music, but more calming, more free. Nature writers like William Bliss Carman combine all these.

Take this poem for example, and consider the line… ‘To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.’

That really set my blood astir.
I do live for these things.

‘There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.’

#thatclosingthough

From ‘Songs of Vagabondia’ by William Bliss Carman, 1861-1929. Canadian, poet laureate.

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