First Day of Autumn
James Whitcomb Riley. 1853–1916
"When the Frost is on the Punkin"
WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
(personal message to follow)


6 Comments:
Thanks for the digital RSVP. We are getting a few of those in and thats okay. Its faster anyways. Have safe drive out there and thats for reminding me it is fall. Even those the air isn't crispy out here yet... it keeps temping me in the morning though.
Thanks for sharing again. I hope your fall days are as beautiful as mine. I've been taking walks again as the tire is flat on my bike for some reason. But the walks get you much closer to nature!
AWW!!!!! i MISS YOU!! i LOVE YOU! thanks for sharing this po-em :) it's tradition!
This is such a great tradition of yours. The colloquial spellings make me think of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. All very good.
How are your ground cherries coming along?
Yay! I hope this is the start of your return to blogging.
I'm planning to interview a lady in the community who does organic gardening. It would be for an article at the Adventist Enviro Advocacy blog.
I would love to also include you in the article. If you wrote an article here about what gardners can be doing in the off-season to prep for spring, I could link it to the article for a range of generations who like to grow good food.
What do you think?
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