Image by kenne
Autumn Song
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
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Kenne You are prodigious!
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It’s called being a blogger!
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What a lovely post! The photo and poem are perfect.
And thank you so much for the kind pingback! 😉
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Thanks.
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Autumn is my favorte season. This was beatiful post.
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Thanks, mine too.
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🙂
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If only humanity were as dedicated as the humble tree, who in faith celebrates its own demise…vivid and compeling…
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Your comment is most appreciated.
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gorgeous light and captures the mood of autumn perfectly
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Thanks.
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On Mt. Lemmon the leaves are falling all around. — kenne
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