Remember some departed day
When bathed in autumn gold
You wished for some sweet song
And sighed for minstrel days of old.
----I was trolling through photos today and came upon this set from November. The first verse (stanza?) of my favorite Frost poem instantly jumped to mind. Warm autumn sunlight and today's thick grey sky have quite the contrast . . . I'm very fond of them both.
I know that I chatter about the weather quite a bit, please forgive me. I just like the climate here so much.*smile*
Love from an infatuated,