Saturday, October 13, 2007

Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being—Percy Bysshe Shelley














No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face;

John Donne (1572–1631) "Elegy IX: The Autumnal"

There is music in the meadows, in the air–
Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,

—William Stanley Braithwaite, (1878–1962)
"A Lyric of Autumn," Lyrics of Life and Love (1904)

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

John Keats (1795–1821) "CCLV Ode to Autumn," The Golden Treasury (1875)

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) "Nature XXVII, Autumn"

Photos taken this morning in the Killington, VT area.



1 comment:

mon@rch said...

I just love those fall colors!