All aglow!

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"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

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November Garden Moments

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AUTUMNAL

Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.

― Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

My Corner of the World - AWW Monday - Our World Tuesday  - Floral Friday - 

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my Garden in Autumn

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Autumn 

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still, 

On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill, 

The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot; 

Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot. 

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread, 

The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead. 

The fallow fields glitter like water indeed, 

And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed. 

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, 

And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run; 

Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; 

Whoever looks round sees Eternity there. 

BY JOHN CLARE

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Floral Friday - Our World Tuesday

TraumZeit, 1

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Wer keine Kraft zum Traum hat, hat keine Kraft zum Leben. 

Ernst Toller 

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