To Autumn
Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds and storms
And falling leaves and pastures lost to flowers;
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms,
And falling leaves and pastures lost to flowers;
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms,
More sweet than Summer in her loveliest hours,
Who in her blooming uniform of green
Delights with samely and continued joy:
But give me, Autumn, where thy hand hath been,
For there is wildness that can never cloy -
The russet hue of fields left bare, and all
The tints of leaves and blossoms ere they fall.
--John Clare (1793-1864)
"In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes" I love that. It's so--Yoda.
Beutiful images and a wonderful poem to celebrate the beauty of Autumn.
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That's a beautiful image of the brown hillside with the hemlock(?) in the foreground. I want to be there.
ReplyDeleteThank you, for once again enhancing my appreciation of a beautiful poem with your evocative illustrations.
Thanks dianne!
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I think the foreground tree is my neighbor's Cedrus deodara. The thing about that hillside is the very first blush of green from autumn rain, quite a notable event here in semi-arid land.
That's your VIEW? I'm speechless with envy.
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