Thursday, November 16, 2006

Autumn poetry in picture and words

Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosiac days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.

A few incisive mornings,
A few ascetic eves,
Gone Mr. Bryant's golden rod,
And Mr. Thomson's sheaves.

Still is the bustle in the brook,
Sealed are the spicy valves;
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The eyes of many elves.

Perhaps a squirrel may remain,
My sentiments to share.
Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind,
Thy windy will to bear!

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~

Photo of our red maple just before the leaves started to fall this past weekend.

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