How hard the year dies; no frost yet.
On drifts of yellow sand Midas reclines,
Fearless of moaning reed or sullen wave.
Firm and fragrant still the brambleberries.
On ivy blooms butterflies wag.
Spare him a little longer, Crone,
For his clean hands and love-submissive heart.
~
Robert Graves.
11 comments:
Booful!! The late blackberries look so plump yet departing...
Lovely, lovely!
This was nothing less than luscious!
This Autumn is one of the most lovely; something to do with the wetness of the summer.
Your photos are so lovely! Your fall is gorgeous! A lot of rain here unfortunately, so I'm envious.
As ever, lovely pictures -- and your own melancholic autumn.
RG had it right. Your images enhance and make me yearn for such an Autumn here. I miss Blackberries and stained fingers.
Haven't I said before that this is one of my favorite things that you do?
And the brambleberry colors and lustrous sheen are glorious.
Gorgeous, as always; it's such a pleasure to come here!
What kind of spiky seed pod is in your first picture? It reminds me of horse chestnuts, but I don't remember them being quite so pointy.
My words are inadequate to praise yours, with the glorious photos.
Thank you people.
In fact we don't often get a really glorious autumn here, something to do with a maritime climate, but this year seems better than many, and the light is still wonderful. I thought the weather was going to break when I took the last picture a couple of days ago, but so far it is still beautiful, gentle and warm.
Julie - The seed case is sweet chestnut, very abundant here, edible and some years very good. I think they are very scarce in the US following a disease a long time ago?
Just a visitor here--have you heard the Morten Lauridsen choral setting of this poem? That's how I found your site (looking for the poem)--it's magnificent.
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