I stood at dawn yesterday in this young hardwood forest, savoring the autumn color, with the realization that the sweetness and delicacy, were due in part to the scenes brevity… today it rains and the leaves fall.
A Wall O the old wall here! How I could pass Life in a long midsummer day, My feet confined to a plot of grass, My eyes from a wall not once away! And lush and lithe do the creepers clothe Yon wall I watch, with a wealth of green: Its bald red bricks draped,…
SONNET 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by…
‘Twas here my summer paused What ripeness after then… Emily Dickinson A summer hayfield in the West River Valley of Vermont with Putney Mountain looming in the distance. A hot and hazy August afternoon. The insects buzzing about me, the hint of rain in the air. The realization that this day, this afternoon, is the…