Fair the Wind
- 'Twas mid-October -- mild and fair,
- And southern breezes blust'ry blew;
- 'Twas welcome warmth, now sometimes rare --
- Like summer with an autumn hue.
- A hundred-acre grassy field
- There in the country, lush and green;
- 'Twas recent cut, when cash to yield,
- surrounded by both corn and bean.
- What soul could fault this comely day?
- As times like this here out are few,
- And thoughts of winter never weigh
- But wind did play with all that flew.
- And here a monarch butterfly --
- Bright orange against the emerald scene,
- Does south, into the wind, go by --
- From grass and inch above between.
- Though friend to us, to it is foe --
- This southern wind as summer knew;
- It rested some, with miles to go,
- Then in a bit it up and flew.
- G. Kittell
October 2008