Friday, September 05, 2008

Poetry Friday

Autumn Poem

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.

~Emily Bronte


LB said...

Pretty. Will I be hearing that in a few weeks in person?

And after yesterday and today, I can use some feelings of fall.

Barb said...

That is exactly how I feel - I love fall and early winter and consider it 'bliss'.