sábado, 13 de octubre de 2012


And the fall bring us their beautiful colors. Each time has his beautiful. God's beauty:

 To Autumn 
by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,

And tune thy jolly voice 
to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, 
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head

 The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'

Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

2 comentarios:

  1. Se usted tiene una cirugía en su rodilla? Yo estaremos rezando por usted. Amor para amiga especial. Mildred

    ¿Va a tener una cirugía de rodilla? Voy a estar orando por usted. Amor a usted amigo especial. Mildred

    ¿Tendrá usted la cirugía(consultorio) en su rodilla? Rezaré por usted. Ame a usted al amigo especial. Mildred

    Hello Caty, John and I are fine. I love your pretty fall (Autumn) pictures.

  2. What a beautiful poem and lovely photos. We are up North and enjoying some nice Fall color. I am taking pictures everywhere I go! I'm so glad to see your new posts. I've missed you! I pray for you, my friend! Sweet hugs, Diane