I admire poets. I love how they dance with the words: an insatiable and idyllic romance that goes on and on forever. After they are gone, they do not really are: they remain alive in their poems and the dance with words continues. Lets keep dancing. Lets read. Lets write more and better every day.
This beautiful poem I am featuring today was written by Mary E. Knowlton and published in 1904.
As Yellow as Gold
Here is a pumpkin, fluted, golden,
Written o'er with customs olden
Out of bygone days.
Cinderella's ancient glory,
Sung in song and told in story,
Suits its yellow blaze.
Tables at the first Thanksgiving,
When colonial dames where living,
Shewed its golden sheer.
Still it smiles a friendly greeting
At the happy family meeting
On the feast-day dear
Christmas rooms are gay with holly,
Christmas sees the merry folly
of the mistletoe.
Easter lilies, pure and stately,
In the springtime bloom sedately,
When soft breezes blow.
Autumn dressed the woods in splendor;
But their colors, rich and tender,
All have passed away.
Now the pumpkin, ripe and mellow,
Keeps a tint of Autumn's yellow
For Thanksgiving Day.
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