My sorrow, when she’s here with me
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be
She loves the bare, the withered tree
She walks the sodden pasture lane.–Robert Frost My November Guest
My sorrow, when she’s here with me
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be
She loves the bare, the withered tree
She walks the sodden pasture lane.–Robert Frost My November Guest
2 November 2009 at 06:54
Lovely–love the bottom picture. Painterly, light
2 November 2009 at 06:55
Oh–and the top one too (like that the best too).
23 December 2009 at 17:28
Beautiful. Reminds me of why I always loved New York best in the fall. Now please do “Winter Arriving” so I can have a permanent reminder of why I left for California nearly 23 years ago!