I overheard Diane and Scott talking about the beautiful colours of Autumn that are filling the sights in Sydney. If you read my last post, you would have seen that I am kind of getting into poetry these days. (What? You think a cat just sleeps all the time and stares out windows?) I saw a book on Dianne’s desk and it was opened to this poem. That must be where I learned to love poetry…
AUTUMN by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’er-hanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!
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