Tuesday 12 November 2019

Autumn Reflections


Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
lengthen night and shorten day;
every leaf speaks bliss to me
fluttering from the autumn tree.
Emily Brontë


Skipper and me
having fun
in autumn sun 
at Soudley.


Listen...
With faint dry sound,
like steps of passing ghosts,
the leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
and fall.
Adelaide Crapsey

3 comments:

  1. Very nice pictures is Skipper new or just being exercised
    Julliette

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    1. Skipper belongs to my friend Bridget, who took the photo.

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  2. So nice to see those Autumn colours. Best wishes to Bridget!

    Lucy

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