When each returning spring I see
With all its budding greenery–
When flowers fair
Perfume the air,
I whisper, “Surely this must be
The loveliest time of year for me.”But when October comes in sight
And all the trees are blushing bright
And goldenrod
And asters nod,
And the deep blue, peaceful sky’s above,
I know that autumn’s my true love.
September 28, 1941