“Shut up the door: who loves me must not look
Upon the withered world, but haste to bring
His lighted candle, and his story-book,
And live with me the poetry of Spring.”
Sunday Sayings: And an extract from Alice Cary’s “Autumn” to accompany this photo of my Acer Ukigumo (‘floating clouds’)’ which turned like sunset clouds almost overnight
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The first few lines went dark but the ending brought such delight and joy into the short poem. Love it. 🙂
yes its just an extract from Cary’s ‘Autumn’ but a nice mix
You did an incredible write. 🙂