Tuesday, November 1, 2005

"Red Leaf"


Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.  
 William Allingham


heathyrxmarie said...


sdoscher458 said...

Oh I miss the colorful leaves of fall.....Sandi

gdireneoe said...

Lovely.  I have never heard of him.  Very nice. ;)  C.  http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies