Summers lovely meadows green Sylvan shades and fairy bowers Dewy dawns and eves serene Balmy air and pretty flowers All these sweets will soon be gone Fading dying one by one
Autumn breathes a colder breath Warning us of winter's chill Nature passes on to death Beautiful in dying still Cheeks aglowing in decay Blushing as they fade away
Could there be a grander sight Than our forests' rainbow tints Glancing, changing in the light Fairer far than colourd prints Surely death cannot be grief To that rosy maple leaf
Emblem of my fleeting days Verdant, change, frail and brief O that as my strength decays I may show the maple leaf Fair in every passing stage Still more beautiful in age.
Autumn -- The Fall of a Leaf -- S. Moore
I took these photos this afternoon... aren't they delicious? |
You have given me back one of the things I miss about living there. Thanks. :)
ReplyDeleteLove that poem...and the Japanese maple leaves (I think that's what those are). The last of fall color is being rained off the trees today. Winter is finally breathing down our necks after a long and glorious fall in NE!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeletenothing like fall colors! i had the strange desire last week to be somewhere in new hampshire, vermont, or massachusetts - somewhere with hills of brightly colored trees, the smell of sea salt, and clam chowder! i love fall.
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