Autumn ~ Poem by Richard Hovey


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.

Richard Hovey

Excerpt From
The Optimist’s Good Morning

Enjoy a Music Moment with Chet Baker & Paul Desmond Performing Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves has special meaning to me. It was the song playing when my late wife and I met. It brings back many happy memories.