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
![[ ... the watchtower ]](https://i0.wp.com/live.staticflickr.com/65535/55625242586_30d9ea7de3_s.jpg?w=1000&ssl=1 "[ ... the watchtower ]")
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. 😊