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Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods   1 comment

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Mt. Lemmon Fall Colors, A Gift From The Mountain Gods
— Photo-Artistry by kenne

Autumn Song   

Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse’s flowers will not last;
Nurses to the graves are gone,
And the prams go rolling on.

Whispering neighbours, left and right,
Pluck us from the real delight;
And the active hands must freeze
Lonely on the separate knees.

Dead in hundreds at the back
Follow wooden in our track,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.

Starving through the leafless wood
Trolls run scolding for their food;
And the nightingale is dumb,
And the angel will not come.

Cold, impossible, ahead
Lifts the mountain’s lovely head
Whose white waterfall could bless
Travellers in their last distress.

— W. H. Auden

 

Autumn Leaves   6 comments

fall-leaves-art-blogAutumn Leaves — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Autumn Song

BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

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?

Aria   Leave a comment

Aria-0964 II blogAria (Las Vegas) — Image by kenne

And if blue is an illusion,
what will become of innocence?
What will become of the heart
if Love has no arrows?

— from Autumn Song (November 1918) by Federico Garcia Lorca

 

 

Leaves On The Ground   Leave a comment

fall-leaves-1-of-1-blogLeaves On the Ground (Mt. Lemmon) — Image by kenne
Autumn Song

Leaves of brown they fall to the ground
And it’s here, over there leaves around
Shut the door, dim the lights and relax
What is more, your desire or the facts

Pitter patter the rain falling down
Little glamor sun coming round
Take a walk when autumn comes to town

Little stroll past the house on the hill
Some more coal on the fire will do well
And in a week or two it’ll be Halloween
Set the page and the stage for the scene

Little game the children will play
And as we watch them while time away
Look at me and take my breath away yeah

You’ll be smiling eyes beguiling
And the song on the breeze
Will call my name out and your dream

Chestnuts roasting outside as you walk
With your love by your side
The old accordion man plays mellow and bright
And you go home in the crispness of the night

Little later friends will be along
And if you feel like joining the throng
Just might feel like singing Autumn song
Just may feel like singing Autumn song

You’ll be smiling
Eyes beguiling
And the song on the breeze
Calls my name out in your dream

Chestnuts roasting outside
As you walk with your love by your side
And the old accordion plays mellow and bright
And you go home in the crispness of the night

Little later friends will be along
And if you feel like joining the throng
Just might feel like singing Autumn song
Just may feel like singing Autumn song

You’ll be smiling
Eyes beguiling
And the song on the breeze
Calls my name out in your dream

–Van Morrison 

 

 

Autumn Song, by Van Morrison (Video)

 

 

 

In Autumn At The Fall Of The Leaf   2 comments

Aspen Trail -- 10-22-12Autumn Colors — Image by kenne

Autumn Song
— Dante Gabriel Rossetti 

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?

Autumn Song   14 comments

Image by kenne

Autumn Song

BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI

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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