The Homestone

Monday, October 07, 2013

The colours of fall

I find it difficult to write anything that these images do not say better themselves.
Come enjoy the beauty of fall on the meadow. 


Song for Autumn
In the deep fall
    don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
    the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
    freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
    warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
    inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
    the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
    vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
    its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
    the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

1 comment:

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

What a beautiful post showing the best of fall, my favorite season.

I hope you're doing well, and enjoying your day!