Autumn

October 29, 2013 at 11:06 pm (Uncategorized)

It’s a bit of a drag that when I leave for work in the morning, it;’s still dark.  It’s even more of a drag that when I get to work, it’s still dark. And the clocks go back soon, which means it’ll be dark when I get home too. (I know, there’s that hour in the morning, but it doesn’t seem to last too long)

Even so, there’s something about this season, the nights drawing in, the change of the leaves, Halloween, that appeals to the Smiths fan in me. (sidebar an acquaintance managed to snag a copy of Morrissey’s autobiography – I’m quite jealous)

Here’s my favourite autumn poem. By Emily Bronte.
Fall Leaves Fall
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.
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