Another golden November day ~ the Autumn leaves are fading fast.
"The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees."
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load."
~William Blake, To Autumn
2 comments:
Beautiful picture! Nice Blake poem, too!
What Jane said. I will add that I can't believe the leaves are still holding on after the hard freezes we've had.
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