It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is that I have grown old.
...
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is that I have grown old.
...
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Autumn Within"
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We never had real autumn here, but the photo shows it, and the poem amplifies it.... Such a nice and serene autumn. Cheers, ~bangchik
ReplyDeleteHi Aerie-el! I enlarged the picture, the bark looks like goosebumps on human skin.
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Very nice!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture and such haunting words!
ReplyDeleteOH. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery nice picture, love the black and white. You can definitely feel fall is in the air now around here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. The words, the photo...!
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