Pencil and Paint Winter has a pencilFor pictures clear and neat,She traces the black tree-topsUpon a snowy sheet. But autumn has a paletteAnd a painting-brush instead,And daubs the leaves for pleasureWith yellow, brown, and red. Eleanor Farjeon
Tag: Leaves
Poetry Mondays – My November Guest by Robert Frost.
My November Guest. My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She's glad the birds are gone away,She's glad her simple [...]
The Wild Swans at Coole, William Yeats.
Swan on Elterwater. The Wild Swans at Coole The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine-and-fifty swans. The nineteenth autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I [...]
Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up in the vale,From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over, And all the summer flowers,The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all!Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! Robert Louis Stevenson
A New Season Begins…
Over the past few days, as Septembers goes on, I have definitely noticed a change in the air. The nights are drawing in and are getting cooler (the cold air is starting to catch the back of my throat). The world of Instagram has been transformed into squares of russet colours, chunky knitted knee high [...]
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