Spring by Kathryn White

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Frosty November Morning

“Frost is the greatest artist in our clime -
He paints in nature and describes in rime”

~Thomas Hood (1799-1845)

"Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable,
the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown
along the street or road by a gusty wind,
and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Both are warnings of chill days ahead,
fireside and topcoat weather."
~Hal Borland (1900-1978)

"Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning's rays
Wildly shine upon and slowly melt..."
~Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
Autumn Sonnet

"Have you ever noticed a tree standing
naked against the sky,

How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life."
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895-1986)

Lyric of Autumn
There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."
~William Stanley Braithwaite (1878-1962)