Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Autumn






From Autumn, by John Clare:


But give me, Autumn, where thy hand hath been,
For there is wildness that can never cloy,—
The russet hue of fields left bare, and all
The tints of leaves and blossoms ere they fall.
In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes,
Wild music softens in thy hollow winds;
And in thy fading woods a beauty blooms,
That’s more than dear to melancholy minds.

The entire sonnet here.


P.S.: I have been offline a lot and have not been able to visit your blogs. I hope to rectify matters soon.

10 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Have missed you! Hope all is well. Gorgeous captures, fantastic fall colors at their best and such beautiful words to accompany them! Wonderful post for the day.

Have a lovely evening,

Sylvia

Sniffles and Smiles said...

Sujatha, This is simply gorgeous!!! Your photos are fantastic, and you have coupled them with lovely words!!! You've truly fed my soul this evening!!! Hope all is well!!! Love to you~Janine XO

Bowie Mike said...

I agree with the other comments. Very nice pictures! Nice colors!

ChoxBox said...

Wow!

sujata said...

such beautiful pictures to match that awesome sonnet. Simply lovely

Kavi said...

Autumn ! The ways of the world are indeed different !

October is one of the hottest months here in Mumbai !

Lovely pictures !

Sands said...

Gorgeous. This is the one thing that I miss the most since moving down south from the midwest :(

iamyuva said...

beautiful..

dipali said...

Beautiful photographs.

Nino's Mum said...

I think it's about a year now that I 'know' you... one of the first posts I'd read here was this set of pictures of trees from outside your window, in full autumn glory.
this, felt like homecoming all over again. love.

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