An Autumn Evening


Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
And wake among the harps of leafless trees
Fantastic runes and mournful melodies.

The chilly purple air is threaded through
With silver from the rising moon afar,
And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue
In the southwest glimmers a great gold star
Above the darkening druid glens of fir
Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir.

And so I wander through the shadows still,
And look and listen with a rapt delight,
Pausing again and yet again at will
To drink the elusive beauty of the night,
Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup,
That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.


--Lucy Maud Montgomery


Find this and more L.M. Montgomery poems here.

I'm a huge Anne of Green Gables fan, and was sad to read about her mental illness. What's most sad to me is that only now her family felt they could share this. I only hope that writing poems like this one gave her some comfort. Debbie Diesen gave me the heads up on this. You can read the article here.