In the Days of the Golden Rod

photograph by Jack Culpepper

Carolina Sandhills National Wildlife Refuge

I love October, and I love this poem.  I first shared it on this blog three years ago.  This beautiful October morning reminded me of it so I wanted to repost it. 

In the Days of the Golden Rod

by

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Across the meadow in brooding shadow

I walk to drink of the autumn's wine.

­The charm of story, the artist's glory,

Today on these silvering hills is mine;

On height, in hollow, where'er I follow,

By mellow hillside and searing sod,

Its plumes uplifting, in light winds drifting,

I see the glimmer of golden rod.

In this latest comer the vanished summer

Has left its sunshine the world to cheer,

And bids us remember in late September

What beauty mates with the passing year.

The days that are fleetest are still the sweetest,

And life is near to the heart of God,

And the peace of heaven to earth is given

In this wonderful time of the golden rod.