we all have colds

& little coughs and sniffles

yet…

the 60 papers are graded
its the weekend and my writing hiatus is coming to an end
a stack of favorite poetry books await
my parents are on their way to see little zu
bryan&i have datenight tomorrow night (!!)

and the fall leaves are turning gloriously here. acorns and leaf-rains make zu giggle and lift up her arms in amazement. what a beautiful season.Ā 

8 Comments

  1. I love fall, too! It's the writer's best season. šŸ™‚

    An Autumn Evening
    by L.M. Montgomery

    Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
    Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
    The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
    Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
    And wake among the harps of leafless trees
    Fantastic runes and mournful melodies.

    The chilly purple air is threaded through
    With silver from the rising moon afar,
    And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue
    In the southwest glimmers a great gold star
    Above the darkening druid glens of fir
    Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir.

    And so I wander through the shadows still,
    And look and listen with a rapt delight,
    Pausing again and yet again at will
    To drink the elusive beauty of the night,
    Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup,
    That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.

    Like

  2. I love fall, too! It's the writer's best season. šŸ™‚

    An Autumn Evening
    by L.M. Montgomery

    Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
    Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
    The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
    Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
    And wake among the harps of leafless trees
    Fantastic runes and mournful melodies.

    The chilly purple air is threaded through
    With silver from the rising moon afar,
    And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue
    In the southwest glimmers a great gold star
    Above the darkening druid glens of fir
    Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir.

    And so I wander through the shadows still,
    And look and listen with a rapt delight,
    Pausing again and yet again at will
    To drink the elusive beauty of the night,
    Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup,
    That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.

    Like

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