Wednesday, September 20, 2006


With fall comes a mass of changes. More so than spring and summer. At least it feels faster and stronger to me. I was reading an Emily Bronte poem and thought it very fitting for this fall.

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

1 comment:

Karin said...

Oooo, I love the idea behind that poem! That's why I don't fret when my garden beds look empty and forelorn during the winter. That's the way it's SUPPOSED to be! The garden is resting...