Poets Walk: "lavish treasure hurled"

Poets Walk: "lavish treasure hurled"

Location on Poets Walk Map: 25

November by Edith (Willis) Linn Forbes

Lush summer had her lavish treasure hurled

On grove, and glade, and garden all abloom;

When by the roadside--prophesy of doom--

The banner of the golden-rod unfurled.

Then suddenly we saw that haze was curled

About the hills; first missed the song and boom

Of bird and bee, and poppies' faint perfume;

Expectant and a-listening seemed the world.

Then here and there, a yellow leaf behold;

The woodbine dropped a ruby on the sod;

Sumack and maple burnt to red and gold;

While purple asters offered praise to God;

Now on a world of fallen leaves and brown,

The bleak November rains are pelting down.

For more poems by the historic poet Edith Willis Linn Forbes, see: