Sunday, September 23, 2018

Dresses of Red and Gold


"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day,
"Come over the meadows with me and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
For summer is gone, and the days grow cold."
Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all.
O'er the brown field then they danced and flew
Singing the soft little songs they knew.
Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,
Winter had called them, and they were content.
Soon, fast asleep on their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlet over their heads.
- George Cooper

Happy Autumn!
And what a glorious autumn day it has been.



The woods are rejoicing that autumn has arrived.  Their leaves wearing their finest reds and golds.  You can catch a glimpse of Lilah Rose enjoying her walk in the woods.

The last few days have been crazy busy and I've had little time to sit and write/visit.  I hope to catch up with everyone tomorrow.  Much love...

10 comments:

  1. Hi Gina~

    I love that poem, it was my favorite when I was a little girl - there was a song written to it that we used to sing in grade school.

    Your photo is gorgeous! I love this time of year as well, I can hardly wait until our leaves start turning! We are suppose to get a hard freeze tonight so that should push it along!

    Hugs and Love,
    Barb

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    1. Barb, oh how delightful! I didn't realize it was also a song. I wonder if I can find it online. Bundle up sweet Barb! xo

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  2. We got home but still summer temps here. I do think the highs are only in the 80s this week. That will be a treat!

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    1. Arlene, still in the 80's here too but the humidity isn't as bad.

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  3. I've always enjoyed that poem; thank you.

    It is a busy, bustling time of year; I love it!

    Smiles :)
    ~K.

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  4. Such a beautiful poem, Gina. In my mind's eye I can see the dancing and whirling leaves in glorious hues. A beautiful photo of your woods and sweet Lilah Rose.

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    1. Thank you, Stephanie! When the wind blows, the leaves will dance!

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  5. Great picture to go with the poem, so loving the fall weather!

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    1. Me too, Connie. The temperatures and humidity is changing ever soooo slowly here.

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