Thursday, October 22, 2009

In old October...

All things on earth point home in old October:
sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences,
hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds,
the lover to the love he has forsaken.
-- Thomas Wolfe

Autumn glow

"Just before the death of flowers,

And before they are buried in snow,

There comes a festival season

When nature is all aglow."

- Author Unknown