Here is a poem written and published by my mother, for October.
THE BLUE AND GOLD DAYS
'Oh, its a beautiful blue and gold day,
A patch of the bluest sky
Is seen through the autumnal haze
of golden leaves before they die.
A purple aster sways in the breeze
A brave and lovely bloom
Its beauty we will treasure
For yes, the soul has room.
Far away the old hills dressed in splendor
Where God must surely dwell,
Await whatever winds may blow
And seem to whisper "all is well. "