'Fall, leaves, fall'
by Emily Bronte
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.
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1 comment:
WOW--this is an amazing image. True and beautiful color. Sharply captured--looks like it came from a magazine. And a poem to top it off. Lovely! Susan
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