Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten 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.
~ by Emily Bronte
I am one of those rare souls who does not mourn the end of summer, but rather, relishes the return of fall. Something to do with my New England breeding, I'm sure. :)
I didn't recognize this poem as Bronte's when I found it at this neat site of nature and science poems, though as a long ago English major I probably should have. No matter - it's a lovely poem, remembered or not.
Be sure to stop in at Big A little a for Kelly's Poetry Friday Roundup ...
... and Happy Autumn!
