Sunny Morning outside my window

I am rich today with autumn’s gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,
Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.
Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!

  ~~Gladys Harp

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5 Responses to Sunny Morning outside my window

  1. momma says:

    The poem paints such a glorious picture in my mind that I forget about the wind chilling me down daily towards snow and ice that is yet to come.

  2. Evelyn says:

    Absolutely Beautiful! Thanks, Diane!

  3. Junie says:

    Oh! Diane!

    I LOVED the poem!

    And that picture is pretty! Is that your home?


  4. MrsDoF says:

    No, Junie, this is the view I get to see if I turn my swivel chair away from the screen, open the window, and put my camera on the ledge.
    The folks who live over there are the nicest ever, good neighbors for 20 years or so. Their kids are just a bit younger than ours.

    I don’t take too many pictures of this house.
    The outside needs painted (the tales of poor insulation, paint chips, water problems, are a story for another day), the patio is the site for the VW hobby, and the windows haven’t been washed in ages.
    There is probably a valid reason the realtor down the street wishes we would work harder towards “curb appeal”.

  5. Junie says:

    Our house needs a lot of work too!

    The inside needs painting very badly!