October
AY, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath! When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death. Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, 'mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.
~ William Cullen Bryant
It's a day to bask in the golden glory of it all. Too soon, it'll be done so I'm drinking it all in and it is sweet, sweeter than ever before. It is incredible to me that God created such beauty for us to enjoy!
Just had to post one more. I'm about done with this autumn thing...maybe. ;>
You're about done with this autumn thing. What a thing to post! Go wash your keyboard off with soap! -giggles-
ReplyDeleteAutumn is so lovely and so fleeting, we *must* talk of it, incessantly. :-)
Some even chronicle it, in photo blogs. Like this one and this one.
Mari-Nanci
White picket fences and church steeples...blue skies and golden leaves. What a nice way to remember autumn 2007!
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