More praise of autumn colors

While most the leaves are down at the Sabine Farm, here in the East they are staring to change.

Two sessions of autumn colors for me this year.

In honor of that happy development…

From the Laudator

James Hayford, One Fall Day:

One fall day of high color and high wind
The trees will glitter on a hundred hills
As all their leaves, their longest journey starting,
Reserve their bravest gesture for departing.

Jasper Francis Cropsey, River Landscape in Autumn

 

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3 Responses to More praise of autumn colors

  1. Melody says:

    Spring and Fall

    Gerard Manley Hopkins (1918)

    ~ to a young child

    Margaret, are you grieving
    Over Goldengrove unleaving?
    Leaves, like the things of man, you
    With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
    Ah! as the heart grows older
    It will come to such sights colder
    By & by, nor spare a sigh
    Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
    And yet you wíll weep & know why.
    Now no matter, child, the name:
    Sorrow’s springs are the same.
    Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
    What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
    It is the blight man was born for,
    It is Margaret you mourn for.

  2. Jon says:

    October

    Look, how those steep woods on the mountain’s face
    Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold
    Invades our very noon: the year’s grown old,
    Mornings are dark, and evenings come apace.
    The vines below have lost their purple grace,
    And in Forreze the white wrack backward rolled,
    Hangs to the hills tempestuous, fold on fold,
    And moaning gusts make desolate all the place.

    Mine host the month, at thy good hostelry,
    Tired limbs I’ll stretch and steaming beast I’ll tether;
    Pile on great logs with Gascon hand and free,
    And pour the Gascon stuff that laughs at weather;
    Swell your tough lungs, north wind, no whit care we,
    Singing old songs and drinking wine together.

    ~ Hilaire Belloc

    …And over here in Lancaster, but an hour away, the trees are bright, the corn’s been cut, there’s Oktoberfest in the fridge, and there’ll be a log on the chimenea when the stars begin to twinkle.

    Benedicamus Domino!

  3. Ioannes Andreades says:

    Laudato si, mi signore, per sora nostra matre terra,

    laquale ne sustenta et governa,

    et produce diverse fructi

    con coloriti flori et herba.