Fall leaves fall, die flowers away, Lengthen night and shorten day, Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the Autumn tree… Emily Jane Bronte
Tag Archives: Poetry
Into the Woods
“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir
WPC “Half-Light”
Nature’s first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. Robert Frost https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/half-light/
Shangri-La 