God's World
O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart, -- Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me, -- let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
It's just such a day in my world. The skies are gray and the wind is sending the leaves to the ground. Too soon! This afternoon, I'll join the tourists and take another ride looking for the perfect view knowing that the leaves are nearly done with their yellows, crimsons, corals and for staying power against the wind and time.
Gathered some leaves as I was out wandering around this morning and placed them on the table along with the leggy mums that had toppled over. The mums couldn't be allowed to lie on the ground like that since they are lovely. If I could, I'd rescue each leaf, too.
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