Monday, October 1, 2012

Fall is here

October is a symphony of permanence and change. ~Bonaro W. Overstreet on October
At our cabin
Our yard
This is an Autumn poem Dorothy remembered from her school days. The complete poem reads. THE golden-rod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusty pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest, In every meadow nook; And asters by the brook-side Make asters in the brook, From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies. By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer. But none of all this beauty Which floods the earth and air Is unto me the secret Which makes September fair. 'T is a thing which I remember; To name it thrills me yet: One day of one September I never can forget.

2 comments:

  1. Wow, beautiful pictures. I especially like the one by the pond. It is very artsy looking. The poem is also beautiful! Thanks for sharing it!

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  2. Thanks. I did edit that photo some with Photoshop color levels and blur tools.

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