"There is music in the meadows, in the air --
Autumn is here;
Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,
Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;
Pines are soughing, birches stir,
And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir.
There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."- William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn
photo October 2008: grethe bachmann, Moesgård Have, Moesgård Museum
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."- William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn
photo October 2008: grethe bachmann, Moesgård Have, Moesgård Museum
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