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Monday's special

Posted by Claudia Moser on 11:57 AM in ,


“AUTUMNAL

Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.” 

― Ernest DowsonThe Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

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5 Comments


Beautiful image and poem!


What a beautiful poem today, Claudia. Isn't it wonderful when we can see all the gorgeous autumn colours?


Dearest Claudia,
Oh, beautiful picture of autumn color tree and wonderful poem♡♡♡
I LOVE the part "Let misty autumn be our part! The twilight of the year is sweet:"

Have a wonderful new week, my friend♬♬♬
Sending you lots of love and hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*


Just beautiful, Claudia


Wow, what feelings and images this poem evokes! Sort of the same feelings autumn can evoke with all its changes and moods. Thank you for this special today dear friend. Hugs~

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