Autumn Glory Days

   

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,

On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,

The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;

Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,

The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.

The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,

And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,

And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;

Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;

Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

Autumn

-John Clare 

Autumn Beauty

  Storiths, Yorkshire Dales

"And the ransomed of the Lord

shall return and come to Zion with singing,

and everlasting joy shall be upon their heads;

they shall obtain joy and gladness,

and sorrow and sighing

shall flee away."

Isaiah 35:10

 Wild Autumn Sunflowers in bloom

Upstate New York

 
"Delicious autumn!  

My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird

 I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns."
- George Eliot   

Gorgeous Purple Asters

My favorite fall flower!

"O taste and see that the Lord our God is good!

Blessed is the man who trusts and

takes his refuge in Him."

Psalm 34:8