I discovered a great Emily Bronte poem in my newly acquired book, A Year Full of Poems by Oxford. Found the book in Canada at a used book store. It was in great condition. Wonderful compendium for poems each month.
Fall, leaves, fall: die, flowers away
Lengthen night and day
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
While I am not looking for drearier days, I do love the changing seasons. Kelly at Crossover is in charge of Poetry Friday today. Thanks, Kelly.
My bookclub meets this Sunday. We are discussing the Guernsey Literary and Potatoe Peel Society.
Happy Friday. Happy Reading.