Today’s poem celebrates the crisp, cool days of early Autumn as the most hospitable season of the year.
I found a recording of the perfect musical setting for this poem on Spotify, by Ted Jacobs.
https://open.spotify.com/track/4CFaTrYKR12Xn5nX5XoGFX?si=393cdd58581c4b81
Lyrics: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44956/when-the-frost-is-on-the-punkin
A fellow Floridian here - yes! The bedroom was cool this morning when we woke up. 🍂
Thanks for featuring a Hoosier poet! Appreciate this one, but JWR's Little Orphant Annie is the one I remember being recited and reenacted throughout my childhood. Maybe for next October! :)
I laughed a lot during the intro 😂
Love this one! I grew up in NE Florida, and fall is one of the things I love most about living further north now.
And yet another Floridian but down in southern Florida.
Our low is still 71. I know it’s autumn when the pumpkin patches open and Publix sells their cinnamon scented brooms. Enjoyed this today.
I found a recording of the perfect musical setting for this poem on Spotify, by Ted Jacobs.
https://open.spotify.com/track/4CFaTrYKR12Xn5nX5XoGFX?si=393cdd58581c4b81
Lyrics: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44956/when-the-frost-is-on-the-punkin
A fellow Floridian here - yes! The bedroom was cool this morning when we woke up. 🍂
Thanks for featuring a Hoosier poet! Appreciate this one, but JWR's Little Orphant Annie is the one I remember being recited and reenacted throughout my childhood. Maybe for next October! :)
I laughed a lot during the intro 😂
Love this one! I grew up in NE Florida, and fall is one of the things I love most about living further north now.
And yet another Floridian but down in southern Florida.
Our low is still 71. I know it’s autumn when the pumpkin patches open and Publix sells their cinnamon scented brooms. Enjoyed this today.