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