Greetings, Poetry Lovers!
On the road today (a road full of farms and fields with large rolls of freshly cut hay), so I'm just here with a HAPPY FALL wave and a short, classic poem. Autumn is my favorite season, though I wouldn't quite describe it the way Emily B. did here... but then again, there's a bit of thrill in the macabre this time of year.
Fall, leaves, fall
by Emily Bronte (1818-1848)
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.
Wishing you and yours plenty of un-dreary days as our calendars flutter into Fall and beyond!
Our year-round Rose has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Imagine the Possibilities.. drift on over and enjoy!