Fall Colors — Computer Art by kenne
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,
Tuning a verse for thee.
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice!
O harvest of my lands! O boundless Summer growths!
O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb!
O theatre of time, and day, and night!
A verse, to seek to see, to narrate thee.
— from “A Carol of Harvest for 1867” by Walt Whitman
Fabulous art with some of my favorite words from Whitman.
One can never go wrong sharing Whitman with one’s art.
Perfect artwork to accompany his words. 😊