A day late and a dollar short

I have never really been with it, up to speed, on trend or any of that and i dont care. That’s just not how I roll so here is another selection from a bygone Era and out of season too

But aren't the word pictures beautiful?

When loud the bumble bee makes haste,
  Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
  And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When gentians roll their fringes tight
  To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
  Without a sound of warning;

When on the ground red apples lie
  In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
  Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things
  Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields,  still green and fair,
  Late aftermath are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks,
  In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
  Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts;
  By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
  October's bright blue weather.

O suns and skies and flowers of June, 
  Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
  October's bright blue weather.

Helen Hunt Jackson