I cry over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. ( Carl Sandburg )
I sought among the drifting leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between. (Sara Teasdale)
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves ( Sarojini Naidu )
The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing… ( Percy Bysshe Shelley )
The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,
The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling… ( Percy Bysshe Shelley )
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air ( John Clare )
And when it came November
I sought my heart and sighed…
“Poor thing, do you remember? ”
What love was that? it Cried….. ( Dorothy Parker )
Than by a disk in splendour shown;
When, having but to turn my head,
Through the coloured trees I shall see,
The hill all summer hid from me…. ( Edna St. Vincent Millay )
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes
The leafs on the ground says GoodBye … soon there will be winter …
Thank you for stopping by ….. CYA soon again ❤
