women of a certain age are like sunflowers; they know how to turn their faces to the sun.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Autumn Candy


My sorrow, when she's here with me,
thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be;
she loves the bare, the withered tree;
she walks the sodden pasture lane.
-Robert Frost

3 comments:

Donna Lee said...

I,too, love the stark, greys and browns of autumn. I am a Nov baby and it has always been my favorite time of year. It means snuggling down and drawing in for the long cold winter. And there is a mournfulness that is sometimes appealing. I love spring/summer but they can be relentlessly cheerful sometimes.

Jejune said...

Autumn is my favourite season - lovely atmospheric photo and poem :)

TheBlackSheep said...

Beautiful picture and poem. I'm another one who loves autumn in all its flavours. Like Donna Lee said above, spring and summer can be relentlessly cheery. Autumn offers a little something for all of us.

Except maybe refuge from the knitting police...