More praise of autumn colors

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1. Melody says:

   18 October 2008 at 12:16 PM

   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:

   18 October 2008 at 1:09 PM

   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:

   18 October 2008 at 3:10 PM

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

   laquale ne sustenta et governa,

   et produce diverse fructi

   con coloriti flori et herba.

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