Hohoho A Vagabond Song

It’s autumn now, only to me, it isn’t actually autumn until the get-go frosty morning, when the flooring boards are similar H2O ice to my bare feet in addition to a glaze of white frost tips each blade of grass on the yard. Below is my personal favorite autumn poem, Influenza A virus subtype H5N1 Vagabond Song, past times William Bliss Carman. It's then beautifully visual.

A Vagabond Song

THERE is something inwards the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my take in is similar a rhyme,
With the yellowish in addition to the royal in addition to the ruby keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples tin milk tremble me similar a cry	5
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To run across the frosty asters similar a smoke upon the hills.
There is something inwards Oct sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must ascent in addition to follow her,	10
When from every loma of flame
She calls in addition to calls each vagabond past times name. - Wm Bliss Carman Wm Bliss Carman (1861-1929)