Saturday, October 16, 2010

Melancholic Autumn

I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest
wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.
—Autumn Movement, Carl Sandburg


Nicki said...

Gorgeous. I love the pinkish hint. Loving this Autumn foliage.

annie said...

so pretty, love autum colors

Reds said...

Beautiful words and beautiful leaves - love Fall!

Barb said...

The colors are beautiful. We don't get as much color here in the fall and I miss that.