One smile more

Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air,
Ere, o’er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o’er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees…

William Cullen Bryant ~ November (a Sonnet)

Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures – and a reminder not to let these constant rainy November days dull our sense of fun or joy!