picture from http://www.irishviews.com/autumn-forest.html
“I know the year is dying,
Soon the summer will be dead.
I can trace it in the flying
Of the black crows overhead;
I can hear it in the rustle
Of the dead leaves as I pass,
And the south wind’s plaintive sighing
Through the dry and withered grass.
Ah, ’tis then I love to wander,
Wander idly and alone,
Listening to the solemn music
Of sweet nature’s undertone;
Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter,
Dreams my tongue cannot express,
Dreams that match the autumn’s sadness
In their longing tenderness.”
– Mortimer Crane Brown, Autumn Dreams
Hello and welcome! I'm Sylvia Britton, and I've been online since 1996 offering encouragement and help in the spirit of Titus 2 and Proverbs 31 at Christian Homekeeper. CHK is the original Homekeeping site on the internet
very beautiful!thank you!
I loved it so much! thanks for your poem…. Make me so warm when the winter is started:)
Beautiful. Thank you
What a gorgeous picture and poem. Thanks for the wonderful sentiment. We are extremely rainy here in my part of the world, so autumn is temporarily on hold.
A lovely poem!